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PREFACE 

The purpose of this collection is to bring together 
into one volume for convenient use some of the best 
poems, speeches, and other selections emphasizing the 
ideals of patriotism, internationalism, and service, not 
only to one's own country but to humanity also. It 
presents the fundamental ideas of liberty and justice 
which must prevail if ever there is to be harmony 
among nations and is designed especially to supple- 
ment the reading of patriotic stories, martial poems, 
and hero tales. 

The value of inspirational literature as an aid in 
developing and strengthening the spirit of patriotism 
and loyalty is generally recognized and need not be 
dwelt upon here; for, whatever the new international 
order, the "spur of the old bards to mighty deeds" 
will surely still be needed. One result of the participa- 
tion of the United States in the great World War has 
been to develop a keener sense of national pride and 
a stronger desire for service. There has been a re- 
newed emphasis on the duties and obligations of citi- 
zenship and even the boys and girls have shared in 
various forms of war and relief work. Splendid 
courage and heroic self-sacrifice have been as conspic- 
uous in the " great adventure " of the twentieth cen- 
tury as they have been in crises of the past. But 
times of peace also require intelligent and enlightened 

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8 PREFACE 

patriotism and offer just as real opportunities for 
unselfish service and devotion. 
Kipling has truly said, 

" God gave all men all earth to love, 
But, since our hearts are small, 
Ordained for each one spot should prove 
Beloved over all." 

But "to love one's country above all others is not to 
depise all others," and the European war by bringing 
the United States into closer association with other 
nations has led to an increased interest in all questions 
of international relationships. Our American soldiers 
have " fought for freedom, not glory ; made war that 
war might cease," and now, as never before, the 
thoughts of every one are concerned with a possible 
society of nations, with some method of substituting 
law for force and preventing in the future such fearful 
devastation of territory, such wanton destruction of 
property and of human life as have characterized the 
years of struggle in Europe since the invasion of Bel- 
gium by the German army in 1914. It seems, then, a 
fitting time to recall the prophetic utterances of those 
who, in the past, have seen a vision of " the Parliament 
of man, the Federation of the world"; of those who, 
in the present time, are striving for the attainment of 
justice and unity among nations. 

Naturally, in dwelling upon the barbarities of war, 
or the blessings of a world-wide peace, the writers have 
not in all cases distinguished clearly between the 
righteous and the unrighteous cause of warfare; but it 



PREFACE 9 

is, we may consider, the unjust and aggressive war 
which is condemned. " The right is more precious 
than peace " and, if necessary, in the future as in the 
past, " we shall fight for the things which we have 
always carried nearest our hearts " — for liberty and 
for justice. Nevertheless such a war should not be 
necessary; it is as Virgil long ago called it an 
" impious " way of settling difficulties among nations. 
It must needs be eliminated by the education of the 
social conscience of all peoples. Complete disarm- 
ament on the part of a single nation and non-resist- 
ance, whatever the provocation, have been proved 
impracticable by the experience of the last few years 
and, therefore, material advocating these principles has 
not been included in this collection. 

The selections used have been drawn from many 
sources and cover a wide range of time. Modern writ- 
ers are represented as well as the older standard Eng- 
lish and American authors; but no attempt has been 
made to form an exhaustive compilation. The plan 
and scope of the volume have necessarily limited the 
selection to certain classes of material. Copyright 
restrictions have prevented the inclusion of some recent 
poems; some selections have been regretfully omitted 
on account of their length; others are represented by 
extracts only. 

Though not a school reader, it is hoped that the 
book will be suggestive and helpful to teachers, as well 
as to social workers and librarians, in meeting the need 
for patriotic and idealistic literature. 

I wish to thank Miss Grace Kerr of Washington, 



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D. C, for assistance in obtaining authoritative texts 
for some of the poems and I wish also to express my 
cordial appreciation of the courtesy of the authors and 
pubhshors who have so generously permitted me to 
include selections from their works in this volume. 

Elva S. Smith. 

Pittsburgh, 
April, 1919. 



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 

The compiler is iiulebted to the following authors, 
periodicals and pul)lishors for permission to use the 
selections indicated, all rij^hts in whicli are in each case 
reserved by the owner of the copyright. 

D. Api)lcton & Compiiny: " Oh Mother of ii Mighty Race " 
and " Christmas in 1875," by WilliiUii (-ulU'ii Bryant. 

Miss Katharine Lee Bates: " America the Beautil'ul." 

Mr. Henry H. Bennett and The Youth's Companion Com- 
pany: "The Fhag Goes By." 

Bobbs-Merrill Company: "The Fhif!; of our Country " and 
" One Country," by Frank L. Stanton, from " Comes 
One witli a Song." 

Mr. Robert Bridges and The New York Times: "To the 
United States of America." 

Mr. William Briggs: " Fngland and America," by Charles 
Sangster, from " Treasury of ('anadian Verse." 

Oliver Ditson Company: "Festival liynm," by Dudley 
Buck (published with nmsic by the Oliver Ditson 

Companv). 

Mr. Austin Dobson: " We that Look On "; Mr. Dobson and 
The Spectator: " When there Is Peace," from " A Book- 
man's Budget." 

Mr. Nathan Haskell Dole: " The Federation of the World," 
from " The I'ilgrims " (privately printed) ; Mr. Dole 
and MolTatt, Yard & (Company: "The Patriot Hynm," 
from "The Ikiilding of the Organ;" "The Vision ot 
Peace," from " Onward." 

Doubleday, Page & Company: " America," " I Hear Amer- 
ica Singing," "The Ship of Democracy," by Walt 
Whitman. 

Mr. John H. Finley: " Lille, Laon, and St. Die "; Mr. Fin- 

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ley and The Red Cross Magazine: "The Red Cross 
Spirit Speaks " ; Mr. Finley and Charles Scribner's 
Sons: "The Soldiers' Recessional." 

Mr. Hermann Hagedom and The Outlook Company: " The 
Pyres." 

Mr. Frederick L. Hosmer and The Beacon Press: " Hear, O 
Ye Nations " and " Our Country," from " The Thought 
of God in Hymns and Poems." 

Houghton Mifflin Company: Extract from Bryant's transla- 
tion of the Odyssey; "Ode: July 4, 1857," by Ralph 
Waldo Emerson; "The Heroic Age," "In Times of 
Peace," extract from " The Great Remembrance," by 
Richard Watson Gilder; "The Flower of Liberty," 
"Hail Columbia"; additional stanzas, "Hymn of 
Peace," " International Ode," " Union and Liberty," 
"Vive la France," by Oliver Wendell Holmes; "The 
Glorious Fourth " and " The Message of Peace," by 
Mrs. Julia Ward Howe ; " The Arsenal at Springfield," 
extracts from " Hiawatha " and " The Building of the 
Ship," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; "Peace on 
Earth," by Samuel Longfellow; extract from "Com- 
memoration Ode," " The Fatherland," " Stanzas on 
Freedom," by James Russell Lowell ; " For the Gifts of 
the Spirit," by Edward Rowland Sill; "Liberty En- 
lightening the World," by Edmund Clarence Stedman; 
extract from " National Ode," and " Soldiers of Peace," 
by Bayard Taylor; " The Bartholdi Statue," " Centen- 
nial Hymn," " The Hero," extract from " The Peace of 
Europe," by John Greenleaf Whittier. (The selections 
by the authors named are used by permission of, and 
by special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Com- 
pany, authorized publishers of their works.) 

Mr. Julian Richard Hovey: " Unmanif est Destiny," by 
Richard Hovey, from " Along the Trail." 

The Independent: " Peace," by P. W. Slosson. 

Mr. Rudyard Kipling and Doubleday, Page & Company: 
" The Children's Song," from " Puck of Pook's Hill." 



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 13 

John Lane Company: " Tho Illusion of War," by Richard 
Lc (jallicnnc, from " The Silk-Hat Soldier, and Other 
Poems "; extract from " Midnight — the 3Lst of Decem- 
ber, 1900," by Stephen Phillips, from " New Poems." 

Little, Brown & Company: "Armageddon," by Sir Edwin 
Arnold; extract from " Torch-Bearers," by Arlo Bates; 
"Columbus," by Edward Everett Hale, from "Ad- 
dresses and Essays." 

Longmans, Green & Company: " The Burghers' Battle," by 
William Morris, from " Poems by the Way." 

The Macmillan Company: "Is Life Worth Living?" by 
Alfred Austin, from "Lyrical Poems"; "The World 
Peace," by H. G. Wells, from " Joan and Peter." 

Mr. Edwin Markham: "Need of the Hour" and "The 
Spirit of Lincoln," from " Lincoln, and Other Poems." 

Miss Harriet Monroe: Extract from "Columbian Ode." 

Thomas Nelson & Sons: " Vitai Lampada," by Sir Henry 
Newbolt. 

Mr. Alfred Noyes: " Princeton, May, 1917 "; Mr. Noycs and 
Frederick A. Stokes Company: " The Dawn of Peace " 
and " The Prayer for Peace." 

The Page Company: " The Christ of the Andes," by Nevin 
O. Winter, from " Chile and Her People of To-day." 

G. P. Putnam's Sons: " When the Great Gray Ships Come 
In," from " The Garden of Years," by Guy Wetmore 
Carryl, courtesy of G. P. Putnam's Sons. 

The Roycrofters: "A Message to Garcia," by Elbert 
Hubbard. 

0. Schirmer: " Hymn of Free Russia," by Konstantin Bal- 
mont; English version by Vera and Kurt Schindler. 

Charles Scribner's Sons: "Wanted," by J. G. Holland; 
"The Garden of the Virgin," by Alexander Kuprin; 
extract from " Centennial Cantata," by Sidney Lanier; 
" The Name of France," by Henry van Dyke. 

Mr. Clinton Scollard: "Ad Patriam," by Clinton Scollard, 
and " A Vision of Peace," by Wallace Rice, from " Bal- 
lads of Valor and Victory." 



14 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 

Frederick A. Stokes Company: "Makers of the Flag," by- 
Franklin K. Lane, from " The American Spirit." 

Miss Edith M. Thomas and The New York Times: " Britons 
and Guests." 

Harr Wagner Publishing Company: " A Song for Peace," by 
Joaquin Miller. 

Mr. G. E. Woodberry and The Macmillan Company: 
" America to England " and " At Gibraltar," from 
"Poems" 1903; Mr. Woodberry, The North American 
Review and The New York Times: "Sonnets Written 
in the Fall of 1914." 

The Youth's Companion Company: "Washington," by 
Hezekiah Butterworth. 



CONTENTS 

PATRIOTISM 

Love of Cottntrt . . Sir Walter Scott . . 

Columbus Edward Everett Hale 

"Oh Mother of a 

Mighty Race". . William Cullen Bryant 

America Bayard Taylor . . 

I Hear America Sing- 
ing Walt Whitman . . 



Julia Ward Howe . 
Ralph Waldo Emerson 
James Russell Lowell 
Richard Mansfield . 
Francis Marion Crawford 



Our Country .... 

Ode : July 4, 1857 . . 

My Country .... 

The Eagle's Song . . 

A New National Hymn 

America the Beauti- 
ful Katharine Lee Bates 

The Republic . . . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

One Country .... Frank L. Stanton . . . 

America Arlo Bates 

Liberty Enlightening 

Edmund Clarence Stedman 
Richard Hovey . . 
Walt Whitman . . 
Richard Watson Gilder 
Clinton Scollard . . 



the World . . . 

Unmanifest Destiny . 

The Ship of Democracy 

Land That We Love . 

Ad Patriam .... 

America Sidney Lanier .... 

Columbia Harriet Monroe . . . 

The American Flag . Joseph Rodman Drake . 

The Flag of the Con- 
stellation . . . Thomas Buchanan Read 

The National Flag . Charles Sumner . . . 

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The Flower of Liberty 

The National Flag . 

The Flag Goes By 

Makers op the Flag . 

The Flag op Our Coun- 
try 

The Meaning op the 
Flag 

Union and Liberty 

E Pluribus Unum . . 

Good Citizenship . . 

America 

The Star-Spangled 

Banner .... 

Battle-Hymn of the 
Republic .... 

Hail, Columbia . . . 

Columbia, the Gem of 
the Ocean . . . 

National Hymn . . . 



Oliver Wendell Holmes . 
Henry Ward Beecher . 
Henry Holcomb Bennett 
Franklin K. Lane . . 

Frank L. Stanton . . 

Woodrow Wilson . . . 
Oliver Wendell Holmes . 
George Washington Cutter 
Grover Cleveland . . . 
Samuel Francis Smith . 

Francis Scott Key 



Julia Ward Howe 
Joseph Hopkinson 

Thomas d Bccket . 
Daniel C. Roberts 



PEACE AND INTERNATIONAL GOOD WILL 



Vision of the Future 
Violent Deeds . . . 
Prophecy op Peace 
True Glory . 
Peace . . . 
Ode to Peace 
Angel op Peace 
Peace and War 
Peace Among Nations 
AiCuRisTMAs Carol 
Christmas in 1875 . . 



Alfred Tennyson 
Homer . . . 
Alexander Pope 
John Milton . 
James Thomson 
William Tennant 
John Greenleaf Whittier 
Percy Bysshe Shelley 
William Cowper . . 
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
William Cullen Bryant 



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The Garden of the 
Holy Virgin . . 

The Arsenal at Spring- 
field 

Illusion of War . . 

The Causes of War . 

The Burghers' Battle 

The Battle of Blen- 
heim 

The Pyres 

War and Peace . . . 

True Peace .... 

When the Great Gray 
Ships Come In . 

A Song for Peace . . 

Ode Sung at the Open- 
ing OF the Interna- 
tional Exhibition 

The Message of Peace 

Peace Song .... 

At Gibraltar .... 

The Dawn of Peace . 

Armageddon .... 

Midnight — the 31st 
of December, 1900 

The Glorious Fourth 

The Prayer for Peace 

Sonnets Written in 
THE Fall of 1914 

The Peace-Pipe . . . 

Tubal Cain .... 

The Trumpets of Dool- 

KARNEIN .... 

The Treaty Elm . . 
The Christ of the Andes 



Alexander Kuprin 



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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 114 

Richard Le Gallieime . . . 116 

Jonathan Swift 117 

William Morris 121 

Robert Southey 123 

Hermann Hagedorn .... 126 

Alfred Tennyson 128 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning . 129 

Guy Wetmore Carryl . . . 133 

Joaquin Miller 135 

Alfred Tennyson 137 

Julia Ward Howe .... 139 

John Ruskin 140 

George Edward Woodberry . 142 

Alfred Noyes 143 

Sir Edwin Arnold .... 145 

Stephen Phillips 148 

Julia Ward Howe .... 150 

Alfred Noyes 151 

George Edward Woodberry . 153 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 155 

Charles Mackay 160 

Leigh Hunt 163 

Thomas Buchanan Read . . 165 

Nevin 0. Winter 167 



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The Vision of Peace 

A Vista 

Peace on Earth . . 
The Angels' Song . 
International Ode 
Centennial Hymn . 
A Hymn of Peace . 
Festival Hymn . . 
Hear, O Ye Nations 
Our Country . . . 
God, The All-Terrible 

For the Gifts of the 

Spirit 

The Patriot Hymn 
America to Great 
Britain .... 

America 

Tribute to America . 
Peace Hymn for Eng- 
land AND America 
England and America 
A Challenge to 

America . . . . 
To America .... 
America to England . 
Britons and Guests . 
Princeton, May, 1917 

Patria 

Vive La France . . . 
The Bartholdi Statue 
Lille, Laon, and St. Die 
The Name op France 
The Conditions op 
Peace 



Nathan Haskell Dole 
John Addington Symonds 
Samuel Longfellow . . 
Edmund Hamilton Sears 
Oliver Wendell Holmes . 
John Greenleaf Whittier 
Oliver Wendell Holmes . 
Dudley Buck .... 
Frederick L. Hosmer 
Frederick L. Hosmer 
H. F. Chorley. . . . 



Edward Rowland Sill 
Nathan Haskell Dole 

Washington Allston . 
Sydney Dobell . . . 
Percy Bysshe Shelley 

George Huntington '. 
Charles Sangster . . 



Mark Lemon .... 
Alfred Austin .... 
George Edward Woodberry 
Edith M. Thomas . . 
Alfred Noyes .... 
Victor Hugo .... 
Oliver Wendell Holmes . 
John Greenleaf Whittier 
John H. Finley . . . 
Henry van Dyke . . , 



Woodrow Wilson 206 



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FAQS 

The Universal Repub- 
lic Victor Hugo 212 

To the United States 

OF America . . . Robert Bridges 214 

The World Peace . . Herbert George Wells . . . 214 

A League of Nations Woodrow Wilson 216 

The Federation of the 

World Nathan Haskell Dole . . . 225 

NATIONAL SONGS OF OTHER LANDS 

God Save the King . Henry Carey 229 

Rule, Britannia . . James Thomson 230 

Scots, Wha Hae . . Robert Burns 231 

La Marseillaise . . Claude Joseph Rouget de Liste 232 

Hymn to Liberty . . Dionysius Salomos .... 234 

Garibaldi's War Hymn Luigi Mercantini .... 235 

La Brabanconne . . Louis Dechez 236 

Serbian National An- 
them Unknown 236 

Hymn op Free Russia Konstantin Balmont . . . 237 

SERVICE 

Ring Out, Wild Bells Alfred Tennyson 241 

What Constitutes a 

State Sir William Jones .... 242 

Character of the 

Happy Warrior . William Wordsworth . . . 243 

A Message to Garcia Elbert Hubbard 246 

Stradivarius .... George Eliot 250 

Voluntary Service . John Milton 256 

Ode to Duty .... William Wordsworth . . . 257 

The Path of Duty . Alfred Tennyson 259 

ViTAi Lampada . . . Sir Henry Newbolt .... 260 

Echetlos Robert Browning 261 

Herve Riel .... Robert Browning 263 



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The Hero 

Wolset's Farewell . 

The Heroic Age . . 

The Spirit op Lincoln 

Wanted 

Need op the Hour 

Peace 

A Vision op Peace . . 

Soldiers op Peace . . 

The Better Way . . 

The Soldiers' Reces- 
sional 

The Children's Song . 

The Fatherland . . 

Stanzas on Freedom . 

Washington .... 

Abou Ben Adhem . . 

The Hero 

Is LiPE Worth Living 

What Might be Done 

In Times of Peace . . 

Voices op the Spirits 

"When There Is 
Peace" .... 

We That Look On 

The Red Cross Spirit 
Speaks 

The Strenuous Life . 



George Eliot 269 

William Shakespeare . . . 270 

Richard Watson Gilder . . 271 

Edwin Markham 272 

J. G. Holland 273 

Edwin Markham 273 

Preston William Slosson . . 274 

Wallace Rice 275 

Bayard Taylor 279 

Susan Coolidge 284 

John H. Finley 285 

Rudyard Kipling 287 

James Russell Lowell . . . 288 

James Russell Lowell . . . 289 

Hezekiah Butterworth . . . 290 

Leigh Hunt 292 

John Greenleaf Whittier . . 292 

Alfred Austin 297 

Charles Mackay 298 

Richard Watson Gilder . . 299 

Percy Bysshe Shelley . . . 300 

Austin Dobson 302 

Austin Dobson 303 



John H. Finley 
Theodore Roosevelt 



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ILLUSTRATIONS 

Justice Frontispiece 

From Mural Painting by Edward Simmons 

FACING PAGE 

Liberty Enlightening the World 44 

From Photograph 

Penn's Treaty with the Indians 90 

From Mural Painting by Edwin H. Abbey 

The Christ of the Andes 168 

From Photograph 

The Monument at Princeton 196 

From Photograph 

Group at Dedication of Monument 196 

From Photograph 

Washington Laying His Commission at the Feet of Columbia 290 
From Mural Painting by Edwin H. Blashfield 



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PATKIO'I'IMM 



Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, 

AU, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old, 

Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, 

Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, 

A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother, 

Chair'd in the adamant of Time. 

" America " by Walt Whitman 

How shall we train our Prince ? 

— To love his land, 
Love Justice and love Honor. For them both 
He girds himself to sei-ve her, nothing loath, 

Although in arms against a world he stand. 

Ruling himself the world he can command, 
Taught to serve her in honor and in truth, 
Baby and boy, and in his lusty youth 

He finds archangels' strength on either hand. 

E. E. Hale. 



PATRIOTISM 

LOVE OF COUNTRY 

Sir Walter Scott 

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, 
Who never to himself hath said, 

This is my own, my native land? 
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned. 
As home his footsteps he hath turned 

From wandering on a foreign strand? 
If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; 
For him no minstrel raptures swell; 
High though his titles, proud his name, 
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — • 
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, 
The wretch, concentred all in self. 
Living, shall forfeit fair renown. 
And, doubly dying, shall go down 
To the vile dust from whence he sprung, 
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. 



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26 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

COLUMBUS 
Edward Everett Hale 

Give me white paper ! 
This which you use is black and rough with smears 
Of sweat and grime and fraud and blood and tears, 
Crossed with the story of men's sins and fears, 
Of battle and of famine all these years, 

When all God's children had forgot their birth, 

And drudged and fought and died like beasts of earth. 

" Give me white paper ! " 
One storm-trained seaman listened to the word ; 
What no man saw he saw ; he heard what no man heard. 

In answer he compelled the sea 

To eager man to tell 

The secret she had kept so well ! 
Left blood and guilt and tyranny behind — 
Sailing still west the hidden shore to find; 

For all mankind that unstained scroll unfurled. 

Where God might write anew the story of the World. 



"OH MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE" 

William Cullen Bryant 

Oh mother of a mighty race, 
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace ! 
The elder dames, thy haughty peers, 



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Admire and hate thy blooming years. 

With words of shame 
And taunts of scorn they join thy name. 

For on thy cheeks the glow is spread 
That tints thy morning hills with red ; 
Thy step — the wild-deer's rustling feet 
Within thy woods are not more fleet; 

Thy hopeful eye 
Is bright as thine own sunny sky. 

Ay, let them rail — those haughty ones, 
While safe thou dwellest with thy sons. 
They do not know how loved thou art, 
How many a fond and fearless heart 

Would rise to throw 
Its life between thee and the foe. 

They know not, in their hate and pride. 
What virtues with thy children bide ; 
How true, how good, thy graceful maids 
Make bright, like flowers, the valley-shades; 

What generous men 
Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen ; — 

What cordial welcomes greet the guest 
By thy lone rivers of the West ; 
How faith is kept, and truth revered, 
And man is loved, and God is feared, 

In woodland homes, 
And where the ocean border foams. 



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There's freedom at thy gates and rest 
For Earth's down- trodden and opprest, 
A shelter for the hunted head, 
For the starved laborer toil and bread. 

Power, at thy bounds. 
Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. 

Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow 
Shall sit a nobler grace than now. 
Deep in the brightness of the skies 
The thronging years in glory rise, 

And, as they fleet. 
Drop strength and riches at thy feet. 

Thine eye, with every coming hour, 
Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; 
And when thy sisters, elder born. 
Would brand thy name with words of scorn, 

Before thine eye. 
Upon their lips the taunt shall die. 



AMERICA 

Extract from The National Ode 
Bayard Taylor 

Foreseen in the vision of sages, 
Foretold when martyrs bled, 

She was born of the longing of ages, 
By the truth of the noble dead 
And the faith of the living fed! 



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No blood in her lightest veins 

Frets at remembered chains, 

Nor shame of bondage has bowed her head. 

In her form and features still 

The unblenching Puritan will, 

Cavalier honor, Huguenot grace, 

The Quaker truth and sweetness, 

And the strength of the danger-girdled race 

Of Holland, blend in a proud completeness. 

From the homes of all, where her being began, 

She took what she gave to Man ; 

Justice, that knew no station, 
Belief, as soul decreed, 

Free air for aspiration. 
Free force for independent deed! 

She takes, but to give again, 
As the sea returns the rivers in rain ; 
And gathers the chosen of her seed 
From the hunted of every crown and creed. 

Her Germany dwells by a gentler Rhine ; 

Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine; 

Her France pursues some dream divine; 

Her Norway keeps his mountain pine ; 

Her Italy waits by the western brine; 
And, broad-based under all. 
Is planted England's oaken-hearted mood, 

As rich in fortitude 
As e'er went worldward from the island-waU! 

Fused in her candid light. 
To one strong race all races here unite: 
Tongues melt in hers, hereditary foemen 



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Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan; 

'Twas glory, once, to be a Roman : 
She makes it glory, now, to be a man ! 



I HEAR AMERICA SINGING 

Walt Whitman 

I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear, 

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should 
be blithe and strong. 

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or 
beam. 

The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or 
leaves off work. 

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, 
the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck. 

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hat- 
ter singing as he stands. 

The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in 
the morning, or at noon intermission or at sun- 
down, 

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young 
wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, 

Each singing what belongs to him or her, and to none 
else, 

The day what belongs to the day — at night the party 
of young fellows, robust, friendly. 

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs. 



PATRIOTISM 31 

OUR COUNTRY 
Julia Ward Howe 

On primal rocks she wrote her name, 
Her towers were reared on holy graves ; 
The golden seed that bore her came 
Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. 

The Forest bowed his solemn crest, 
And open flung his sylvan doors ; 
Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest 
To clasp the wide-embracing shores; 

Till, fold by fold, the broidered Land 
To swell her virgin vestments grew. 
While sages, strong in heart and hand, 
Her virtue's fiery girdle drew. 

Exile of the wrath of Kings ! 
O Pilgrim Ark of Liberty! 
The refuge of divinest things, 
Their record must abide in thee. 

First in the glories of thy front 
Let the crown jewel, Truth, be found; 
Thy right hand fling, with generous wont, 
Love's happy chain to furthest bound. 

Let Justice with the faultless scales 
Hold fast the worship of thy sons, 



82 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Thy Commerce spread her shining sails 
Where no dark tide of rapine runs. 

So link thy ways to those of God, 

So follow firm the heavenly laws, 

That stars may greet thee, warrior-browed, 

And storm-sped angels hail thy cause. 

Land, the measure of our prayers, 
Hope of the world, in grief and wrong! 
Be thine the blessing of the years, 
The gift of faith, the crown of song! 



ODE: JULY 4, 1857 
Ralph Waldo Emerson 

TENDERLY the haughty day 

Fills his blue urn with fire ; 
One morn is in the mighty heaven, 

And one in our desire. 

The cannon booms from town to town, 

Our pulses beat not less, 
The joy-bells chime their tidings down, 

Which children's voices bless. 

For He that flung the broad blue fold 
O'er-mantling land and sea, 

One-third part of the sky unrolled 
For the banner of the free. 



PATRIOTISM 33 

The men are ripe of Saxon kind 

To build an equal state, — 
To take the statute from the mind 

And make of duty fate. 

United States! the ages plead, — 
Present and Past in under-song, — 

Go put your creed into your deed, 
Nor speak with double tongue. 

For sea and land don't understand, 

Nor skies without a frown 
See rights for which the one hand fights 

By the other cloven down. 

Be just at home ; then write your scroll 

Of honor o'er the sea. 
And bid the broad Atlantic roll, 

A ferry of the free. 

And henceforth there shall be no chain, 

Save underneath the sea 
The wires shall murmur through the main 

Sweet songs of liberty. 

The conscious stars accord above, 

The waters wild below, 
And under, through the cable wove, 

Her fiery errands go. 



34 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

For He that worketh high and wise, 
Nor pauses in his plan, 

Will take the sun out of the skies 
Ere freedom out of man. 



MY COUNTRY 

Extract from Commemoration Ode 

James Russell Lowell 

Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release! 

Thy God, in these distempered days, 

Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways. 
And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace! 

Bow down in prayer and praise! 
No poorest in thy borders but may now 
Lift to the juster skies a man's enfranchised brow. 
O Beautiful ! my Country ! ours once more ! 
Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair 
O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, 

And letting thy set lips, 

Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, 
The rosy edges of their smile lay bare. 
What words divine of lover or of poet 
Could tell our love and make thee know it. 
Among the Nations bright beyond compare? 

What were our lives without thee? 

What all our lives to save thee? 

We reck not what we gave thee ; 

We will not dare to doubt thee, 
But ask whatever else, and we will dare! 



PATRIOTISM 35 

THE EAGLE'S SONG 
Richard Mansfield 

The lioness whelped, and the sturdy cub 

Was seized by an eagle and carried up, 

And homed for a while in an eagle's nest, 

And slept for a while on an eagle's breast ; 

And the eagle taught it the eagle's song: 

" To be stanch, and valiant, and free, and strong ! " 

The lion whelp sprang from the eyrie nest, 
From the lofty crag where the queen birds rest ; 
He fought the King on the spreading plain. 
And drove him back o'er the foaming main. 
He held the land as a thrifty chief. 
And reared his cattle, and reaped his sheaf, 
Nor sought the help of a foreign hand. 
Yet welcomed all to his own free land ! 

Two were the sons that the country bore 
To the Northern lakes and the Southern shore; 
And Chivalry dwelt with the Southern son. 
And Industry lived with the Northern one. 
Tears for the time when they broke and fought ! 
Tears was the price of the union wrought! 
And the land was red in a sea of blood. 
Where brother for brother had swelled the flood ! 

And now that the two are one again. 
Behold on their shield the word " Refrain ! " 
And the lion cubs twain sing the eagle's song: 



36 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

" To be stanch, and valiant, and free, and strong! " 
For the eagle's beak, and the lion's paw, 
And the lion's fangs, and the eagle's claw, 
And the eagle's swoop, and the lion's might, 
And the lion's leap, and the eagle's sight. 
Shall guard the flag with the word " Refrain ! " 
Now that the two are one again ! 



A NEW NATIONAL HYMN 
Francis Marion Crawford 

Hail, Freedom ! thy bright crest 
And gleaming shield, thrice blest, 

Mirror the glories of a world thine own. 
Hail, heaven-born Peace! our sight, 
Led by thy gentle light, 

Shows us the paths with deathless flowers strewn. 
Peace, daughter of a strife sublime, 
Abide with us till strife be lost in endless time. 

Her one hand seals with gold 
The portals of night's fold. 

Her other the broad gates of dawn unbars; 
O'er silent wastes of snows. 
Crowning her lofty brows. 

Gleams high her diadem of northern stars; 
While, clothed in garlands of warm flowers. 
Round Freedom's feet the South her wealth of beauty 
showers. 



PATRIOTISM 37 

Sweet is the toil of peace. 
Sweet is the year's increase, 

To loyal men who live by Freedom's laws; 
And in war's fierce alarms 
God gives stout hearts and arms 

To freemen sworn to save a rightful cause. 
Fear none, trust God, maintain the right, 
And triumph in unbroken Union's might. 

Welded in war's fierce flame. 
Forged on the hearth of fame, 

The sacred Constitution was ordained; 
Tried in the fire of time, 
Tempered in woes sublime. 

An age was passed and left it yet unstained. 
God grant its glories still may shine, 
While ages fade, forgotten, in time's slow decline! 

Honor the few who shared 
Freedom's first fight, and dared 

To face war's desperate tide at the full flood ; 
Who fell on hard-won ground. 
And into Freedom's wound 

Poured the sweet balsam of their brave hearts' blood. 
They fell; but o'er that glorious grave 
Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save. 

In radiance heavenly fair, 
Floats on the peaceful air 

That flag that never stooped from Victory's pride; 
Those stars that softly gleam, 



38 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Those stripes that o'er us stream, 

In war's grand agony were sanctified; 
A holy standard, pure and free, 
To light the home of peace, or blaze in victory. 

Father, whose mighty power 
Shields us through life's short hour, 

To Thee we pray: Bless us and keep us free; 
All that is past forgive ; 
Teach us, henceforth, to live 

That, through our country, we may honor Thee; 
And, when this mortal life shall cease. 
Take Thou, at last, our souls to Thine eternal peace. 



AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL 

Katharine Lee Bates 

BEAUTIFUL for spacious skies, 

For amber waves of grain, 
For purple mountain majesties 
Above the fruited plain! 

America! America! 
God shed His grace on thee 
And crown thy good with brotherhood 
From sea to shining sea ! 

O beautiful for pilgrim feet. 
Whose stern, impassioned stress 

A thoroughfare for freedom beat 
Across the wilderness! 



PATRIOTISM 39 

America! America! 
God mend thine every flaw, 
Confirm thy soul in self-control, 
Thy liberty in law ! 

O beautiful for heroes proved 

In liberating strife, 
Who more than self their country loved, 

And mercy more than life ! 
America ! America ! 

May God thy gold refine 
Till all success be nobleness 

And every gain divine! 

beautiful for patriot dream 

That sees beyond the years 
Thine alabaster cities gleam 

Undimmed by human tears! 
America ! America ! 

God shed His grace on thee 
And crown thy good with brotherhood 

From sea to shining sea ! 

THE REPUBLIC 

Extract from The Building of the Ship 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

Thou, too, sail on, Ship of State! 
Sail on, Union, strong and great! 
Humanity with all its fears. 
With all the hopes of future years, 



40 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! 

We know what Master laid thy keel, 

What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, 

Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. 

What anvils rang, what hammers beat. 

In what a forge and what a heat 

Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! 

Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 

'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 

'Tis but the flapping of the sail, 

And not a rent made by the gale ! 

In spite of rock and tempest's roar, 

In spite of false lights on the shore, 

Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! 

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee. 

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. 

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, 

Are all with thee, — are all with thee ! 

ONE COUNTRY^ 

Frank L. Stanton 
After all, 

One country, brethren! We must rise or fall 
With the Supreme Republic. We must be 
The makers of her immortality; 

Her freedom, fame. 

Her glory or her shame — 
Liegemen to God and fathers of the free ! 

1 From " Comes One With a Song," copyright, 1899. Used by 
special permission of the publishers, the Bobbs-Merrill Company. 



PATRIOTISM 41 

After all — 

Hark ! from the heights the clear, strong, clarion call 
And the command imperious: "Stand forth, 
Sons of the South and brothers of the North ! 

Stand forth and be 

As one on soil and sea — 
Your country's honor more than empire's worth! " 

After all, 

'Tis Freedom wears the loveliest coronal ; 

Her brow is to the morning ; in the sod 

She breathes the breath of patriots ; every clod 

Answers her call 

And rises like a wall 
Against the foes of liberty and God ! 

AMERICA 

Extract from The Torch-Bearers 
Arlo Bates 

For, America, our country ! — land 

Hid in the west through centuries, till men 
Through countless tyrannies could understand 

The priceless worth of freedom, — once again 
The world was new-created when thy shore 

First knew the Pilgrim keels, that one last test 
The race might make of manhood, nor give o'er 

The strife with evil till it proved its best. 
Thy true sons stand as torch-bearers, to hold 

A guiding light. Here the last stand is made. 



42 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

If we fail here, what new Columbus bold, 

Steering brave prow through black seas unafraid. 
Finds out a fresh land where man may abide 

And freedom yet be saved? The whole round earth 
Has seen the battle fought. Where shall men hide 

From tyranny and wrong, where life have worth, 
If here the cause succumb? If greed of gold 
Or lust of power or falsehood triumph here. 
The race is lost! A globe dispeopled, cold. 

Rolled down the void a voiceless, lifeless sphere. 
Were not so stamped by all which hope debars 

As were this earth, plunging along through space 
Conquered by evil, shamed among the stars. 

Bearing a base, enslaved, dishonored race ! 
Here has the battle its last vantage ground ; 

Here all is won, or here must all be lost; 
Here freedom's trumpets one last rally sound ; 

Here to the breeze its blood-stained flag is tossed. 
America, last hope of man and truth. 

Thy name must through all coming ages be 
The badge unspeakable of shame and ruth. 

Or glorious pledge that man through truth is free. 
This is thy destiny ; the choice is thine 

To lead all nations and outshine them all ; — 
But if thou failest, deeper shame is thine. 

And none shall spare to mock thee in thy fall. 



PATRIOTISM 43 

LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD 

Edmund Clarence Stedman 

Warder at ocean's gate, 

Thy feet on sea and shore, 
Like one the skies await 

When time shall be no more! 
What splendors crown thy brow? 
What bright dread angel Thou, 

Dazzling the waves before 
Thy station great? 

"My name is Liberty! 

From out a mighty land 
I face the ancient sea, 

I lift to God my hand; 
By day in Heaven's light, 
A pillar of fire by night. 

At ocean's gate I stand 
Nor bend the knee. 



" The dark Earth lay in sleep. 
Her children crouched forlorn, 

Ere on the western steep 
I sprang to height, reborn: 

Then what a joyous shout 

The quickened lands gave out, 

And all the choir of morn 

Sang anthems deep. 



44 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

" Beneath yon firmament, 
The New World to the Old 

My sword and summons sent, 
My azure flag unrolled : 

The Old World's hands renew 

Their strength ; the form ye view 
Came from a living mould 
In glory blent. 

" ye, whose broken spars 
Tell of the storms ye met, 

Enter! fear not the bars 
Across your pathway set ; 

Enter at Freedom's porch, 

For you I lift my torch, 
For you my coronet 
Is rayed with stars. 

" But ye that hither draw 

To desecrate my fee, 
Nor yet have held in awe 

The justice that makes free, — 
Avaunt, ye darkling brood! 
By Right my house hath stood: 

My name is Liberty, 
My throne is Law." 

wonderful and bright. 
Immortal Freedom, hail! 

Front, in thy fiery might, 
The midnight and the gale; 




Liberty Enlightening the World. 



PATRIOTISM 45 



Undaunted on this base 
Guard well thy dwelling-place: 
Till the last sun grow pale 
Let there be light! 



UNMANIFEST DESTINY 
Richard Hovey 

To what new fates, my country, far 
And unforeseen of foe or friend, 

Beneath what unexpected star, 
Compelled to what unchosen end, 

Across the sea that knows no beach 
The Admiral of Nations guides 

Thy blind obedient keels to reach 
The harbor where thy future rides! 

The guns that spoke at Lexington 

Knew not that God was planning then 

The trumpet word of Jefferson 
To bugle forth the rights of men. 

To them that wept and cursed Bull Rim, 
What was it but despair and shame? 

Who saw behind the cloud the sun? 
Who knew that God was in the flame? 

Had not defeat upon defeat, 
Disaster on disaster come. 



46 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The slave's emancipated feet 
Had never marched behind the drum. 

There is a Hand that bends our deeds 
To mightier issues than we planned, 

Each son that triumphs, each that bleeds, 
My country, serves Its dark command. 

I do not know beneath what sky 
Nor on what seas shall be thy fate ; 

I only know it shall be high, 
I only know it shall be great. 



THE SHIP OF DEMOCRACY 

Extract from Thou Mother With Thy Equal Brood 
Walt Whitman 

Sail, sail thy best, ship of Democracy, 

Of value is thy freight, 'tis not the Present only. 

The Past is also stored in thee, 

Thou holdest not the venture of thyself alone, not of 
the Western continent alone, 

Earth's resume entire floats on thy keel, ship, is 
steadied by thy spars. 

With thee Time voyages in trust, the antecedent na- 
tions sink or swim with thee. 

With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes, epics, 
wars, thou bear'st the other continents, 

Theirs, theirs as much as thine, the destination-port 
triumphant ; 



PATRIOTISM 47 

Steer then with good strong hand and wary eye 

helmsman, thou carriest great companions, 
Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee, 
And royal feudal Europe sails with thee. 



LAND THAT WE LOVE 

Extract from The Great Remembrance 
Richard Watson Gilder 

Land that we love! Thou Future of the World! 
Thou refuge of the noble heart oppressed ! 
Oh never be thy shining image hurled 
From its high place in the adoring breast 
Of him who worships thee with jealous love! 
Keep thou thy starry forehead as the dove 
All white, and to the eternal Dawn inclined! 
Thou art not for thyself but for mankind, 
And to despair of thee were to despair 
Of man, of man's high destiny, of God! 
Of thee should man despair, the journey trod 
Upward, through unknown eons, stair on stair, 
By this our race, with bleeding feet and slow, 
Were but the pathway to a darker woe 
Than yet was visioned by the heavy heart 
Of prophet. To despair of thee ! Ah no! 
For thou thyself art Hope, Hope of the World thou artl 



48 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

AD PATRIAM 

Clinton Scollard 

To deities of gauds and gold, 

Land of our Fathers, do not bowl 

But unto those beloved of old 
Bend thou the brow ! 

Austere they were of front and form ; 

Rigid as iron in their aim ; 
Yet in them pulsed a blood as warm 

And pure as flame ; — 

Honor, whose foster-child is Truth ; 

Unselfishness in place and plan ; 
Justice, with melting heart of ruth ; 

And Faith in man. 

Give these thy worship; then no fears 
Of future foes need fright thy soul ; 

Triumphant thou shalt mount the years 
Toward thy high goal ! 

AMERICA 

Extract jrom The Centennial Cantata 

Sidney Lanier 

Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace, 
Now Praise to Man's undaunted face, 
Despite the land, despite the sea, 



PATRIOTISM 49 

I was : I am : and I shall be — 
How long, Good Angel, how long? 
Sing me from Heaven a man's own song! 

" Long as thme Art shall love true love, 
Long as thy Science truth shall know. 
Long as thine Eagle harms no Dove, 
Long as thy Law by law shall grow, 
Long as thy God is God above, 
Thy brother every man below, 
So long, dear Land of all my love. 
Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow! " 



COLUMBIA 

Finale of The Columbian Ode 
Harriet Monroe 

Columbia, my country, dost thou hear? 

Ah! dost thou hear the songs unheard of Time? 
Hark ! for their passion trembles at thine ear. 

Hush ! for thy soul must heed their call sublime. 
Across wide seas, unswept by earthly sails, 

Those strange sounds draw thee on, for thou shalt be 
Leader of nations through the autumnal gales 
That wait to mock the strong and wreck the free. 
Dearer, more radiant than of yore, 
Against the dark I see thee rise ; 
Thy young smile spurns the guarded shore 
And braves the shadowed, ominous skies. 



50 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

And still that conquering smile who see 

Pledge love, life, service all to thee. 

The years have brought thee robes most fair — 

The rich processional years. 
And filleted thy shining hair. 
And zoned thy waist with jewels rare, 

And whispered in thine ears 
Strange secrets of God's wondrous ways, 
Long hid from human awe and praise. 

For lo ! the living God doth bare his arm. 

No more he makes his house of clouds and 

gloom. 
Lightly the shuttles move within his loom ; 
Unveiled his thunder leaps to meet the storm. 
From God's right hand man takes the powers that sway 

A universe of stars. 
He bows them down ; he bids them go or stay ; 

He tames them for his wars. 
He scans the burning paces of the sun. 
And names the invisible orbs whose courses run 

Through the dim deeps of space. 
He sees in dew upon a rose impearled 
The swarming legions of a monad world 
Begin life's upward race. 

Voices of hope he hears 
Long dumb to his despair, 

And dreams of golden years 
Meet for a world so fair. 
For now Democracy doth wake and rise 
From the sweet sloth of youth. 



PATRIOTISM 51 

By storms made strong, by many dreams made wise, 

He clasps the hand of Truth. 
Through the armed nations lies his path of peace, 

The open book of knowledge in his hand. 
Food to the starving, to the oppressed release, 
And love to all he bears from land to land. 
Before his march the barriers fall, 
The laws grow gentle at his call. 
His glowing breath blows far away 
The fogs that veil the coming day — 
That wondrous day 
When earth shall sing as through the blue she rolls 
Laden with joy for all her thronging souls. 
Then shall Want's call to Sin resound no more 

Across her teeming fields. And Pain shall sleep, 
Soothed by brave Science with her magic lore ; 

And War no more shall bid the nations weep. 
Then the worn chains shall slip from man's desire, 
And ever higher and higher 
His swift foot shall aspire ; 
Still deeper and more deep 
His soul its watch shall keep, 
Till Love shall make the world a holy place, 
Where Knowledge dares unveil God's very face. 

Not yet the angels hear life's last sweet song. 

Music unutterably pure and strong 

From earth shall rise to haunt the peopled skies 

When the long march of Time, 
Patient in birth and death, in growth and blight, 
ShaU lead man up through happy realms of light 

Unto his goal sublime. 



52 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Columbia! Men beheld thee rise 

A goddess jrom the misty sea. 
Lady of joy, sent from the skies, 

The nations worshiped thee. 
Thy brows were flushed with dawn's first light ; 
By joamy waves ivith stars bedight 

Thy blue robe floated free. 

Now let the sun ride high overhead, 
Driving the day Jrom shore to shore. 

His burning tread we do not dread, 
For thou art evermore 

Lady of love, whose smiles shall bless, 

Whom brave deeds win to tenderness, 
Whose tears the lost restore. 

Lady of hope thou art. We wait 
With courage thy serene command. 

Through unknown seas, toward undreamed fate, 
We ask thy guiding hand. 

On! though sails quiver in the gale! — 

Thou at the helm, we can not fail. 
On to God's time-veiled strand! 

Lady of beauty! thou shalt ivin 
Glory and power and length of days. 

The sun and moon shall be thy kin, 
The stars shall sing thy praise. 

All hail! wc bring thee vows most sweet 

To strew before thy winged feet. 
Now onward be thy ways! 



PATRIOTISM 53 

THE AMERICAN FLAG 
Joseph Rodman Drake 

When Freedom from her mountain height 

Unfurled her standard to the air, 
She tore the azure robe of night, 

And set the stars of glory there. 
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes 
The milky baldric of the skies, 
And striped its pure celestial white 
With streakings of the morning light; 
Then from his mansion in the sun 
She called her eagle-bearer down, 
And gave into his mighty hand 
The symbol of her chosen land. 



Majestic monarch of the cloud, 

Who rear'st aloft thy regal form. 
To hear the tempest-trumpings loud 
And see the lightning lances driven, 

When strive the warriors of the storm, 
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, 
Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given 

To guard the banner of the free, 
To hover in the sulphur smoke, 
To ward away the battle stroke, 
And bid its blendings shine afar. 
Like rainbows on the cloud of war, 

The harbingers of victory! 



54 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly, 
The sign of hope and triumph high, 
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone, 
And the long line comes gleaming on. 
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet. 
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet. 
Each soldier eye shall brightly turn 
To where thy sky-born glories burn, 
And, as his springing steps advance. 
Catch war and vengeance from the glance. 
And when the cannon-mouthings loud 
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud, 
And gory sabres rise and fall 
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, 

Then shall thy meteor glances glow, 
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath 

Each gallant arm that strikes below 
That lovely messenger of death. 



Flag of the seas ! on ocean wave 
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; 
When death, careering on the gale. 
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, 
And frighted waves rush wildly back 
Before the broadside's reeling rack, 
Each dying wanderer of the sea 
Shall look at once to heaven and thee, 
And smile to see thy splendors fly 
In triumph o'er his closing eye. 



PATRIOTISM 65 

Flag of the free heart's hope and home! 

By angel hands to valor given ; 
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 

And all thy hues were born in heaven. 
And fixed as yonder orb divine, 

That saw thy bannered blaze unfurled, 
Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine, 

The guard and glory of the world. 
Forever float that standard sheet! 

Where breathes the foe but falls before us, 
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, 

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us. 

THE FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION 
Thomas Buchanan Read 

The stars of the morn 

On our banner borne, 
With the Iris of Heaven are blended ; 

The hand of our sires. 

First mingled those fires, 
And by us they shall be defended. 

Then hail the true 

Red, White and Blue, 
The flag of the Constellation ; 

It sails as it sailed, 

By our forefathers hailed. 
O'er battles that made us a nation. 

What hand so bold 
As strike from its fold 



66 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

One star or one stripe of its bright'ning, 

For him be those stars 

Each a fiery Mars, 
And each stripe be as terrible lightning. 

Then hail the true 

Red, White and Blue, 
The flag of the Constellation ; 

It sails as it sailed. 

By our forefathers hailed. 
O'er battles that made us a nation. 

Its meteor form 

Shall ride the storm 
Till the fiercest of foes surrender ; 

The storm gone by. 

It shall gild the sky, 
A rainbow of peace and of splendor. 

Then hail the true 

Red, White and Blue, 
The flag of the Constellation ; 

It sails as it sailed, 

By our forefathers hailed, 
O'er battles that made us a nation. 



Peace, peace to the world, 

Is our motto unfurled. 
Though we shun not the field that is gory; 

At home or abroad, 

Fearing none but our God, 
We will carve our own pathway to glory. 



PATRIOTISM 57 

Then hail the true 

Red, White and Blue, 
The flag of the Constellation ; 

It sails as it sailed, 

By our forefathers hailed. 
O'er battles that made us a nation. 



THE NATIONAL FLAG 

Extract from Are We a Nation? 
Charles Sumner 

There is the national flag! He must be cold, indeed, 
who can look upon its folds rippling in the breeze with- 
out pride of country. If he be in a foreign land, the 
flag is companionship and country itself with all its 
endearments. Who, as he sees it, can think of a State 
merely? Whose eyes, once fastened upon its radiant 
trophies, can fail to recognize the image of the whole 
nation? It has been called a " floating piece of poetry," 
and yet I know not if it have an intrinsic beauty beyond 
other ensigns. Its highest beauty is in what it symbol- 
izes. It is because it represents all, that all gaze at it 
with delight and reverence. It is a piece of bunting 
lifted in the air, but it speaks sublimely, and every part 
has a voice. Its stripes of alternate red and white pro- 
claim the original union of thirteen States to maintain 
the Declaration of Independence. Its stars of white 
on a field of blue proclaim that union of States consti- 
tuting our national constellation, which receives a new 



58 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

star with every new State. The two together signify 
union, past and present. The very colors have a lan- 
guage which was ofl&cially recognized by our fathers. 
White is for purity, red for valor, blue for justice; and 
all together, bunting, stripes, stars and colors blazing 
in the sky, make the flag of our country — to be cher- 
ished by all our hearts, to be upheld by all our hands. 



THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY 

Oliver Wendell Holmes 

What flower is this that greets the morn, 
Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? 
With burning star and flaming band 
It kindles all the sunset land : 
Oh, tell us what its name may be, — 
Is this the Flower of Liberty? 

It is the banner of the free, 

The starry Flower of Liberty! 

In savage Nature's far abode 

Its tender seed our fathers sowed ; 

The storm-winds rocked its swelling bud. 

Its opening leaves were streaked with blood, 

Till lo ! earth's tyrants shook to see 

The full-blown Flower of Liberty! 

Then hail the banner of the free. 

The starry Flower of Liberty ! 



PATRIOTISM 59 

Behold its streaming rays unite, 

One mingling flood of braided light, — 

The red that fires the Southern rose. 

With spotless white from Northern snows, 

And, spangled o'er its azure, see 

The sister Stars of Liberty! 

Then hail the banner of the free, 

The starry Flower of Liberty! 



The blades of heroes fence it round, 
Where'er it springs is holy ground; 
From tower and dome its glories spread; 
It waves where lonely sentries tread ; 
It makes the land as ocean free, 
And plants an empire on the sea! 
Then hail the banner of the free, 
The starry Flower of Liberty! 



Thy sacred leaves, fair Freedom's flower, 
Shall ever float on dome and tower, 
To all their heavenly colors true, 
In blackening frost or crimson dew. — * 
And God love us as we love thee. 
Thrice holy Flower of Liberty! 
Then hail the banner of the free. 
The starry Flower of Liberty! 



60 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

THE NATIONAL FLAG 

Extract from address in Plymouth Church, May, 1861 
Henry Ward Beecher 

From the earliest periods nations seem to have gone 
forth to war under some banner. Sometimes it has 
been merely the pennon of a leader, and was only a 
rallying signal. So, doubtless, began the habit of carry- 
ing banners, to direct men in the confusion of con- 
flict, that the leader might gather his followers around 
him when he himself was liable to be lost out of their 
sight. 

Later in the history of nations the banner acquired 
other uses and peculiar significance from the parties, 
the orders, the houses, or governments, that adopted 
it. At length, as consolidated governments drank up 
into themselves all these lesser independent authorities, 
banners became significant chiefly of national author- 
ity. And thus in our day every people has its peculiar 
flag. There is no civilized nation without its banner. 

A thoughtful mind, when it sees a nation's flag, sees 
not the flag, but the nation itself. And whatever may 
be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag 
the government, the principles, the truths, the history, 
that belong to the nation that sets it forth. When the 
French tricolor rolls out to the wind, we see France. 
When the new-found Italian flag is unfurled, we see 
resurrected Italy. When the other three-colored Hun- 
garian flag shall be lifted to the wind, we shall see in it 
the long buried, but never dead, principles of Hun- 



PATRIOTISM '61 

garian liberty. When the united crosses of St. Andrew 
and St. George, on a fiery ground, set forth the banner 
of Old England, we see not the cloth merely; there 
rises up before the mind the idea of that great 
monarchy. 

This nation has a banner, too, and . . . wherever 
it [has] streamed abroad men saw daybreak bursting 
on their eyes. For ... the American flag has been 
a symbol of Liberty, and men rejoiced in it. Not 
another flag on the globe had such an errand, or went 
forth upon the sea carrying everywhere, the world 
around, such hope to the captive, and such glorious 
tidings. The stars upon it were to the pining nations 
like the bright morning stars of God, and the stripes 
upon it were beams of morning light. As at early 
dawn the stars shine forth even while it grows light, 
and then as the sun advances that light breaks into 
banks and streaming lines of color, the glowing red and 
intense white striving together, and ribbing the horizon 
with bars effulgent, so, on the American flag, stars and 
beams of many-colored light shine out together. And 
wherever this flag comes, and men behold it, they see 
in its sacred emblazonry no ramping lion, and no fierce 
eagle; no embattled castles, or insignia of imperial 
authority ; they see the symbols of light. It is the ban- 
ner of dawn. It means Liberty; and the galley-slave, 
the poor, oppressed conscript, the trodden-down crea- 
ture of foreign despotism, sees in the American flag that 
very promise and prediction of God, — "The people 
which sat in darkness saw a great light; and to them 
which sat in the region and shadow of death light is 
sprung up." 



62 PEACE AND FATRIOTISM 

Is this a mere fancy? On the 4th of July, 1776, the 
Dochiration of American Independence was confirmed 
antl promulgated. Already for more than a year the 
colonies had been at war with the mother country. 
But until this time there had been no American flag. 
The flag of the mother country covered us during all 
our colonial period ; iuid each state that chose had a sep- 
arate and significant state banner. 

In 1777, within a few days of one year after the Dec- 
laration of Independence, aiul two years and more after 
the war began, upon the 14th of June, the Congress of 
the colonies, or the confederated states, assembled, and 
ordained this glorious national flag which now we hold 
and defend, and advanced it full high before God and 
all men as the flag of Liberty. It was no holiday flag, 
gorgeously emblazoned for gaiety or vanity. It was a 
solemn national signal. When that baimer first un- 
rolled to the sun, it was the symbol of all those holy 
truths and purposes which brought together the colo- 
nial American Congress. 

Consider tlie men who devised and set forth this 
banner. The Rutledges, the Pinckneys, the Jays, the 
Franklins, the Hamiltons, the JefTersons, the Adamses, 
— these men were all either officially connected with it 
or consulted concerning it. They were men that had 
taken their lives in their hands, and consecrated all 
their worldly possessions — for what? For the doc- 
trines, and for the personal fact, of liberty, — for the 
right of all men to liberty. They had just given forth 
to the world a Declaration of Facts and Faiths out of 
Avhich sprung the Constitution, and on which they now 
planted this new-devised flag of our Union. 



PATRIOTISM 63 

If one, then, asks me the meaning of our flag, I say 
to him, It means just what Concord and Lexington 
.meant, what Bunker Hill meant; it means the whole 
glorious Revolutionary War, which was, in short, the 
rising up of a valiant young people against an old 
tyranny, to establish the most momentous doctrine that 
the world had ever known, or has since known, — the 
right of men to their own selves and to their liberties. 

In solemn conclave our fathers had issued to the 
world that glorious manifesto, the Declaration of 
Independence. A little later, that the fundamental 
principles of liberty might have the best organization, 
they gave to this land our imperishaljle Constitution. 
Our flag means, then, all tliat our fathers meant in the 
Revolutionary War; all that the Declaration of Inde- 
pendence meant; it means all that the Constitution of 
our people, organizing for justice, for liberty, and for 
happiness, meant. Our flag carries American ideas, 
American history and American feelings. Beginning 
with the colonies, and coming down to our time, in its 
sacred heraldry, in its glorious insignia, it has gathered 
and stored chiefly this supreme idea: Divine right of 
liberty in man,. Every color means liberty; every 
thread means liberty; every form of star and beam or 
stripe of light means liberty; not lawlessness, not li- 
cense; but organized, institutional liberty, — liberty 
through law, and laws for liberty! 

This American flag was the safeguard of liberty. Not 
an atom of crown was allowed to go into its insignia. 
Not a symbol of authority in the ruler was permitted to 
go into it. It was an ordinance of liberty by the people 



64 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

for the people. That it meant, that it means, and, by 
the blessing of God, that it shall mean to the end of 
time ! 

THE FLAG GOES BY 

Henry Holcomb Bennett 

Hats off ! 

Along the street there comes 

A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, 

A flash of color beneath the sky : 

Hats off! 

The flag is passing by! 

Blue and crimson and white it shines, 

Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. 

Hats off! 

The colors before us fly; 

But more than the flag is passing by. 

Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great. 
Fought to make and to save the State; 
Weary marches and sinking ships; 
Cheers of victory on dying lips ; 

Days of plenty and years of peace ; 
March of a strong land's swift increase; 
Equal justice, right and law, 
Stately honor and reverend awe; 



PATRIOTISM 65 

Sign of a nation, great and strong 
To ward her people from foreign wrong: 
Pride and glory and honor, — all 
Live in the colors to stand or fall. 

Hats off! 

Along the street there comes 

A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; 

And loyal hearts are beating high: 

Hats off! 

The flag is passing by ! 



MAKERS OF THE FLAG 

Address delivered on Flag Day, 1914, before the em- 
ployees of the Department of the Interior, 
Washington, D. C. 

Franklin K. Lane 

This morning, as I passed into the Land Office, The 
Flag dropped me a most cordial salutation, and from its 
rippling folds I heard it say: " Good morning, Mr. Flag 
Maker." 

" I beg your pardon, Old Glory," I said, " aren't you 
mistaken? I am not the President of the United 
States, nor a member of Congress, nor even a general 
in the army. I am only a Government clerk." 

" I greet you again, Mr. Flag Maker," replied the gay 
voice, " I know you well. You are the man who worked 
in the swelter of yesterday straightening out the tangle 



66 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

of that farmer's homestead in Idaho, or perhaps you 
found the mistake in that Indian contract in Oklahoma, 
or helped to clear that patent for the hopeful inventor 
in New York, or pushed the opening of that new ditch 
in Colorado, or made that mine in Illinois more safe, or 
brought relief to the old soldier in Wyoming. No mat- 
ter; whichever one of these beneficent individuals you 
may happen to be, I give you greeting, Mr. Flag 
Maker." 

I was about to pass on, when The Flag stopped 
me with these words: 

" Yesterday the President spoke a word that made 
happier the future of ten million peons in Mexico; 
but that act looms no larger on the flag than the 
struggle which the boy in Georgia is making to win the 
Corn Club prize this summer. 

"Yesterday the Congress spoke a word which will 
open the door of Alaska; but a mother in Michigan 
worked from sunrise until far into the night, to give her 
boy an education. She, too, is making the flag. 

" Yesterday we made a new law to prevent financial 
panics, and yesterday, maybe, a school teacher in Ohio 
taught his first letters to a boy who will one day write 
a song that will give cheer to the millions of our race. 
We are all making the flag." 

" But," I said impatiently, " these people were only 
working! " 

Then came a great shout from The Flag: 

" The work that we do is the making of the flag. 

" I am not the flag ; not at all. I am but its shadow. 

" I am whatever you make me, nothing more. 



PATRIOTISM 67 

" I am your belief in yourself, your dream of what a 
People may become. 

" I live a changing life, a life of moods and passions, 
of heartbreaks and tired muscles. 

" Sometimes I am strong with pride, when men do an 
honest work, fitting the rails together truly. 

" Sometimes I droop, for then purpose has gone from 
me, and cynically I play the coward. 

" Sometimes I am loud, garish, and full of that ego 
that blasts judgment. 

" But always, I am all that you hope to be, and have 
the courage to try for. 

" I am song and fear, struggle and panic, and en- 
nobling hope. 

" I am the day's work of the weakest man, and the 
largest dream of the most daring. 

" I am the Constitution and the courts, statutes and 
the statute makers, soldier and dreadnaught, drayman 
and street sweep, cook, counselor, and clerk. 

" I am the battle of yesterday, and the mistake of 
to-morrow. 

" I am the mystery of the men who do without know- 
ing why. 

" I am the clutch of an idea, and the reasoned pur- 
pose of resolution. 

" I am no more than what you believe me to be and 
I am all that you believe I can be. 

" I am what you make me, nothing more. 

" I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, 
a symbol of yourself, the pictured suggestion of that 
big thing which makes this nation. My stars and my 



68 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

stripes are your dream and your labors. They are 
bright with cheer, brilliant with courage, firm with 
faith, because you have made them so out of your 
hearts. For you are the makers of the flag and it is 
well that you glory in the making." 

THE FLAG OF OUR COUNTRY ^ 
Frank L. Stanton 

She's up there — Old Glory — she's waving o'erhead ; 
She dazzles the nations with ripples of red. 
And she'll wave for us living, or droop o'er us dead — 
She's the flag of our country forever ! 

She's up there — Old Glory — no tyrant-dealt scars, 
No blur on her brightness — no stain on her stars ; 
The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars — 
She's the flag of our country forever! 

THE MEANING OF THE FLAG 
WooDRow Wilson 

Friends and fellow citizens : I know of nothing more 
difiicult than to render an adequate tribute to the em- 
blem of our nation. For those of us who have shared 
that nation's life and felt the beat of its pulse it must 
be considered a matter of impossibility to express the 
great things which that emblem embodies. I venture 

iFrom "Comes One With a Song," copyright, 1899. Used by 
special permission of the pubUshers, the Bobbs-Merrill Company. 



PATRIOTISM 69 

to say that a great many things are said about the flag 
which very few people stop to analyze. For me the flag 
does not express a mere body of vague sentiment. The 
flag of the United States has not been created by rhe- 
torical sentences in declarations of independence and in 
bills of rights. It has been created by the experience of 
a great people, and nothing is written upon it that has 
not been written by their life. It is the embodiment, 
not of a sentiment, but of a history, and no man can 
rightly serve under that flag who has not caught some 
of the meaning of that history. 

Experience, ladies and gentlemen, is made by men 
and women. National experience is the product of 
those who do the living under that flag. It is their liv- 
ing that has created its significance. You do not cre- 
ate the meaning of a national life by any literary expo- 
sition of it, but by the actual daily endeavors of a great 
people to do the tasks of the day and live up to the 
ideals of honesty and righteousness and just conduct. 
And as we think of these things, our tribute is to those 
men who have created this experience. Many of them 
are known by name to all the world — statesmen, sol- 
diers, merchants, masters of industry, men of letters 
and of thought who have coined our hearts into action 
or into words. Of these men we feel that they have 
shown us the way. They have not been afraid to go 
before. They have known that they were speaking the 
thoughts of a great people when they led that great 
people along the paths of achievement. There was 
not a single swashbuckler among them. They were 
men of sober, quiet thought, the more effective because 



70 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

thefe was no bluster in it. They were men who thought 
along the lines of duty, not along the lines of self- 
aggrandizement. They were men, in short, who 
thought of the people whom they served and not of 
themselves. 

But while we think of these men and do honor to 
them as to those who have shown us the way, let us not 
forget that the real experience and life of a nation lies 
with the great multitude of unknown men. It lies with 
those men whose names are never in the headlines of 
newspapers, those men who know the heat and pain and 
desperate loss of hope that sometimes comes in the 
great struggle of daily life; not the men who stand on 
the side and comment, not the men who merely try to 
interpret the great struggle, but the men who are en- 
gaged in the struggle. They constitute the body of the 
nation. This flag is the essence of their daily endeav- 
ors. This flag does not express any more than what 
they are and what they desire to be. 

As I think of the life of this great nation it seems to 
me that we sometimes look to the wrong places for its 
sources. We look to the noisy places, where men are 
talking in the market place ; we look to where men are 
expressing their individual opinions; we look to where 
partisans are expressing passions; instead of trying to 
attune our ears to that voiceless mass of men who 
merely go about their daily tasks, try to be honorable, 
try to serve the people they love, try to live worthy of 
the great communities to which they belong. These are 
the breath of the nation's nostrils; these are the sinews 
of its might. 



PATRIOTISM 71 

How can any man presume to interpret the emblem 
of the United States, the emblem of what we would 
fain be among the family of nations, and find it incum- 
bent upon us to be in the daily round of routine duty? 
This is Flag Day, but that only means that it is a day 
when we are to recall the things which we should do 
every day of our lives. There are no days of special 
patriotism. There are no days when we should be more 
patriotic than on other days. We celebrate the Fourth 
of July merely because the great enterprise of liberty 
was started on the Fourth of July in America, but the 
great enterprise of liberty was not begun in America. 
It is illustrated by the blood of thousands of martyrs 
who lived and died before the great experiment on this 
side of the water. The Fourth of July merely marks the 
day when we consecrated ourselves as a nation to this 
high thing which we pretend to serve. The benefit of a 
day like this is merely in turning away from the things 
that distract us, turning away from the things that 
touch us personally and absorb our interest in the 
hours of daily work. We remind ourselves of those 
things that are greater than we are, of those principles 
by which we believe our hearts to be elevated, of the 
more difficult things that we must undertake in these 
days of perplexity when a man's judgment is safest only 
when it follows the line of principle. 

I am solemnized in the presence of such a day. I 
would not undertake to speak your thoughts. You 
must interpret them for me. But I do feel that back, 
not only of every public official, but of every man and 
woman of the United States, there marches that great 



72 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

host which has brought us to the present day; the host 
that has never forgotten the vision which it saw at the 
birth of the nation ; the host which always responds to 
the dictates of humanity and of Hberty ; the host that 
will always constitute the strength and the great body 
of friends of every man who does his duty to the United 
States. 

I am sorry that you do not wear a little flag of the 
Union every day instead of some days. I can only ask 
you, if you lose the physical emblem, to be sure that 
you wear it in your heart, and the heart of America 
shall interpret the heart of the world. 



UNION AND LIBERTY 
Oliver Wendell Holmes 

Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, 

Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, 
Blazoned in song and illumined in story, 
Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame! 
Up with our banner bright. 
Sprinkled with starry light, 
Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, 
While through the sounding sky 
Loud rings the Nation's cry, — 
Union and Liberty ! One Evermore ! 

Light of our firmament, guide of our Nation, 
Pride of her children, and honored afar, 



PATRIOTISM 73 

Let the wide beams of thy full constellation 
Scatter each cloud that would darken a star! 
Up with our banner bright, etc. 



Empire unsceptred! what foe shall assail thee, 
Bearing the standard of Liberty's van? 

Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee. 
Striving with men for the birthright of man ! 
Up with our banner bright, etc. 



Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted. 

Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must 
draw. 
Then with the arms of thy millions united. 
Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law ! 
Up with our banner bright, etc. 

Lord of the Universe! shield us and guide us, 

Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun ! 
Thou hast united us, who shall divide us? 
Keep us, oh keep us the Many in One! 

Up with our banner bright, 

Sprinkled with starry light, 
Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, 

While through the sounding sky 

Loud rings the Nation's cry, — 
Union and Liberty! One Evermore! 



74 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

E PLURIBUS UNUM 
George Washington Cutter 

Though many and bright are the stars that appear 

In that flag, by our country unfurled — 
And the stripes that are swelHng in majesty there 

Like a rainbow adorning the world — 
Their hght is unsullied as those in the sky, 

By a deed that our fathers have done; 
And they're leagued in as true and as holy a tie 

In their motto of " Many in One." 

From the hour when those patriots fearlessly flung 

That banner of star-light abroad, 
Ever true to themselves to that banner they clung, 

As they clung to the promise of God; 
By the bayonet traced at the midnight of war, 

On the fields where our glory was won — 
Oh! perish the heart or the hand that would mar 

Our motto of " Many in One." 

Mid the smoke of the contest, the cannon's deep roar, 

How oft it has gathered renown, 
While those stars were reflected in rivers of gore. 

Where the cross and the lion went down ; 
And though few were their lights in the gloom of that 
hour, 

Yet the hearts that were striking below 
Had God for their bulwark, and truth for their power. 

And they stopped not to number their foe. 



PATRIOTISM 75 

From where our green mountain tops blend with the 
sky 

And the giant Saint Lawrence is rolled, 
To the waves where the balmy Hesperides lie, 

Like the dream of some prophet of old. 
They conquered — and dying, bequeathed to our care 

Not this boundless dominion alone, 
But that banner whose loveliness hallows the air, 

And their motto of " Many in One." 

We are many in one while there glitters a star 

In the blue of the heavens above ; 
And tyrants shall quail, mid their dungeons afar, 

When they gaze on that motto of love. 
It shall gleam o'er the sea mid the bolts of the storm — 

Over tempest, and battle, and wreck; 
And flame where our guns with their thunder grow 
warm, 

'Neath the blood on the slippery deck. 

The oppressed of the earth to that standard shall fly 

Wherever its folds shall be spread ; 
And the exile shall feel 'tis his own native sky, 

Where its stars shall float over his head : 
And those stars shall increase till the fulness of time 

Its millions of cycles has run ; 
Till the world shall have welcomed its mission sublime, 

And the nations of earth shall be one. 

Though the old Alleghany may tower to heaven 
And the Father of Waters divide, 



76 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The links of our destiny cannot be riven 
While the truth of those words shall abide. 

Then oh, let them glow on each helmet and brand 
Though our blood like our rivers shall run ; 

Divide as we may in our own native land, 
To the rest of the world we are one. 

Then up with the flag! Let it stream in the air 

Though our fathers are cold in their graves; 
They had hands that could strike, they had souls that 
could dare, 

And their sons were not born to be slaves. 
Up, up with that banner! Where'er it may call, 

Our millions shall rally around; 
And a nation of freemen that moment shall fall 

When its stars shall be trailed on the ground. 



GOOD CITIZENSHIP 

Extract from Patriotism and Holiday Observance, 

address before the Union League Club, Chicago, 

February 22, 1907 

Grover Cleveland 

Our country is infinitely more than a domain af- 
fording to those who dwell upon it immense material 
advantages and opportunities. In such a country we 
live. But I love to think of a glorious nation built upon 
the will of free men, set apart for the propagation and 
cultivation of humanity's best ideal of a free govern- 



PATRIOTISM 77 

ment, and made ready for the growth and fruitage of 
the highest aspirations of patriotism. This is the coun- 
try that lives in us. I indulge in no mere figure of 
speech when I say that our nation, the immortal spirit 
of our domain, lives in us — in our hearts and minds 
and consciences. There it must find its nutriment or 
die. This thought more than any other presents to our 
minds the impressiveness and responsibility of Ameri- 
can citizenship. The land we live in seems to be strong 
and active. But how fares the land that lives in us? 
Are we sure that we are doing all we ought to keep it in 
vigor and health? Are we keeping its roots well sur- 
rounded by the fertile soil of loving allegiance, and are 
we furnishing them the invigorating moisture of un- 
selfish fidelity? Are we as diligent as we ought to be 
to protect this precious growth against the poison that 
must arise from the decay of harmony and honesty and 
industry and frugality; and are we sufficiently watch- 
ful against the deadly, burrowing pests of consuming 
greed and cankerous cupidity? Our answers to these 
questions make up the account of our stewardship as 
keepers of a sacred trust. 



AMERICA 

Samuel Francis Smith 

My country, 'tis of thee. 
Sweet land of liberty. 

Of thee I sing ; 
Land where my fathers died, 



78 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
From every mountain side 
Let freedom ring ! 



My native country, thee, 
Land of the noble free, — 

Thy name I love; 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills ; 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 



Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees. 

Sweet freedom's song; 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake. 
Let rocks their silence break, — : 

The sound prolong. 



Our fathers' God, to Thee, 
Author of liberty ! 

To Thee we sing; 
Long may our land be bright, 
With freedom's holy light, 
Protect us by Thy might. 

Great God, our King. 



PATRIOTISM 79 

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER 
Francis Scott Key 

O SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light, 

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last 
gleaming — 
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the per- 
ilous fight 
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly 
streaming ! 
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs burstin;^ in air, 
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still 

there ; 
! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave 
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? 

On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, 

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, 

What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep. 

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? 
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, 
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream ; 
'Tis the star-spangled banner; long may it wave 
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ! 

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore 
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion 

A home and a country should leave us no more? 
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pol- 
lution. 



80 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

No refuge could save the hireling and slave 
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave ; 
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand 

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! 
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued 
land 
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a 
nation. 
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, 
And this be our motto — " In God is our trust " : 
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave 
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. 

BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC 
Julia Ward Howe 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the 

Lord: 
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of 

wrath are stored; 
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift 

sword : 
His truth is marching on. 

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling 

camps ; 
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews 

and damps; 



PAIRTOTISM 81 

I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring 
lamps ; 
His day is marching on. 



I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of 

steel : 
" As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace 

shall deal; 
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with 

his heel. 
Since God is marching on." 

He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never 
call retreat; 

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg- 
ment-seat : 

Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my 
feet! 
Our God is marching on. 

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the 

sea, 
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and 

me: 
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men 

free, 
While God is marching on. 



82 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

HAIL, COLUMBIA 

Joseph Hopkinson 

Hail, Columbia, happy land ! 
Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band. 

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, 

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, 
And, when the storm of war was gone, 
Enjoy'd the peace your valor won. 

Let independence be our boast. 

Ever mindful what it cost; 

Ever grateful for the prize, 

Let its altar reach the skies. 

Firm, united, let us be, 
Rallying round our liberty; 
As a band of brothers join'd. 
Peace and safety we shall find. 

Immortal patriots, rise once more ; 

Defend your rights, defend your shore! 
Let no rude foe, with impious hand, 
Let no rude foe, with impious hand, 

Invade the shrine where sacred lies. 

Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize. 
While offering peace, sincere and just. 
In Heav'n we place a manly trust. 
That truth and justice will prevail, 

And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail. 

Firm, united, etc. 



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Sound, sound the trump of Fame! 

Let Washington's great name 

Ring through the world with loud applause, 
Ring through the world with loud applause, 

Let every clime to Freedom dear, 

Listen with a joyful ear. 
With equal skill, and godlike power, 
He governed in the fearful hour 
Of horrid war ; or guides, with ease, 
The happier times of honest peace. 

Firm, united, etc. 

Behold the chief, who now commands. 
Once more to serve his country, stands — 
The rock on which the storm will beat. 
The rock on which the storm will beat ; 
But, armed in virtue firm and true, 
His hopes are fix'd on Heav'n and you. 
When hope was sinking in dismay, 
And glooms obscur'd Columbia's day. 
His steady mind, from changes free, 
Resolv'd on death or Liberty. 

Firm, united, etc. 

Additional Verses 

Written by Oliver Wendell Holmes at the request oj 

the Committee for the Constitutional Centennial 

Celebration at Philadelphia, 18S7 

Look our ransomed shores around. 
Peace and safety we have found ! 



84 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Welcome, friends who once were foes! 
Welcome, friends who once were foes. 
To all the conquering years have gained, ■ 
A nation's rights, a race unchained! 
Children of the day new-bom, 
Mindful of its glorious morn. 
Let the pledge our fathers signed 
Heart to heart forever bind! 

While the stars of heaven shall burn, 
While the ocean tides return, 
Ever may the circling sun 
Find the Many still are One! 

Graven deep with edge of steel. 
Crowned with Victory's crimson seal, 

All the world their names shall read! 

All the world their names shall read, 
Enrolled with his, the Chief that led 
The hosts whose blood for us was shed. 

Pay our sires their children's debt, 

Love and honor, nor forget 

Only Union's golden key 

Guards the Ark of Liberty! 

While the stars, etc. 

Hail, Columbia! strong and free. 
Throned in hearts from sea to sea! 

Thy march triumphant still pursue! 

Thy march triumphant still pursue 
With peaceful stride from zone to zone, 
Till Freedom finds the world her own ! 



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Blest in Union's holy ties, 
Let our grateful song arise, 
Every voice its tribute lend. 
All in loving chorus blend ! 

While the stars in heaven shall burn, 
While the ocean tides return, 
Ever shall the circling sun 
Find the Many still are One ! 



COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN 
Thomas a Becket 

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean. 

The home of the brave and the free, 
The shrine of each patriot's devotion, 

A world offers homage to thee. 
Thy mandates make heroes assemble 
When Liberty's form stands in view. 
Thy banners make tyranny tremble 
When borne by the red, white and blue. 
When borne by the red, white and blue. 
When borne by the red, white and blue. 
Thy banners make tyranny tremble, 
When borne by the red, white and blue. 

When war wing'd its wide desolation. 
And threatened the land to deform, 

The ark then of freedom's foundation 
Columbia rode safe through the storm; 



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With the garlands of vict'ry around her, 

When so proudly she bore her brave crew, 
With her flag floating proudly before her, 
The boast of the red, white and blue. 
The boast of the red, white and blue ! 
The boast of the red, white and blue ! 
With her flag proudly floating before her, 
The boast of the red, white and blue ! 

The star-spangled banner bring hither. 
O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave ; 
May the wreaths they have won never wither. 

Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave. 
May the service united ne'er sever, 
But hold to their colors so true ; 
The army and navy forever, 

Three cheers for the red, white and blue ! 
Three cheers for the red, white and blue! 
Three cheers for the red, white and blue! 
The army and navy forever, 
Three cheers for the red, white and blue. 



NATIONAL HYMN 
Daniel C. Roberts 

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand 
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band 
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies, 
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise. 



PATRIOTISM 87 

Thy love divine hath led us in the past, 
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast ; 
Be Thou our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay, 
Thy word our law. Thy paths our chosen way. 

From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence, 
Be Thy strong arm our ever-sure defence ; 
Thy true religion in our hearts increase, 
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace. 

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way, 
Lead us from night to never-ending day ; 
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine. 
And glory, laud and praise be ever Thine. 



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To love one's country above all others is not to despise all others. 

The Brotherhood of Man, the Federation of Nations, the Peace of the 
World. 

Between nation and nation, as between man and man, lives the one law 
of right. ' 

Inscriptions for the Pan-American Exposition, Buffalo 

R. W. GiLDKR 




Copyright by M. G. Abbey. 

Fenn's Treaty with the Indians. 
From Mural Painting by Edwin H. Abbey. 



PEACE AND INTERNATIONAL GOOD 
WILL 

VISION OF THE FUTURE 

Extract from Locksley Hall 
Alfred Tennyson 

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, 
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that 
would be; 

Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic 

sails. 
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly 

bales ; 

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd 

a ghastly dew 
From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central 

blue; 

Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind 

rushing warm. 
With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the 

thunder-storm ; 

Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle- 
flags were furl'd; 
In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. 

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92 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful 

realm in awe, 
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal 

law. 

VIOLENT DEEDS 

Extract from the Odyssey 
Homer 

The great gods are never pleased 
With violent deeds; they honor equity 
And justice. Even those who land as foes 
And spoilers upon foreign shores, and bear 
Away much plunder by the will of Jove, 
Returning homeward with their laden barks, 
Feel, brooding heavily upon their minds, 
The fear of vengeance. 



PROPHECY OF PEACE 

Extract from The Messiah 

Alexander Pope 

From Jesse's root behold a branch arise. 

Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies; 

Th' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move, 

And on its top descends the mystic dove. 

Ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour, 

And in soft silence shed the kindly shower! 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 93 

The sick and weak the heaUng plant shall aid, 
From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. 
All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail, 
Returning Justice lift aloft; her scale ; 
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend. 
And white-robed Innocence from Heav'n descend. 



No more shall nation against nation rise. 
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes, 
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, 
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; 
But useless lances into scythes shall bend. 
And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end. 
Then palaces shall rise ; the joyful son 
Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun ; 
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, 
And the same hand that sow'd shall reap the field. 



TRUE GLORY 

Extract from Paradise Regained 
John Milton 

They err who count it glorious to subdue 
By conquest far and wide, to overrun 
Large countries, and in field great battles win. 
Great cities by assault. What do these worthies 
But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave 
Peaceable nations, neighboring or remote, 
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more 



94 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Than those their conquerors, who leave behind 
Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove, 
And all the flourishing works of peace destroy ; 
Then swell with pride, and must be titled Gods, 
Great benefactors of mankind, Deliverers, 
Worshiped with temple, priest and sacrifice? 
One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other; 
Till conqueror Death discover them scarce men, 
Rolling in brutish vices, and deformed. 
Violent or shameful death their due reward. 
But, if there be in glory aught of good, 
It may by means far different be attained, 
Without ambition, war or violence — 
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, 
By patience, temperance. 



PEACE 

Extract from Britannia 
James Thomson 

O FIRST of human blessings, and supreme, 
Fair Peace! how lovely, how delightful thou! 
By whose wide tie the kindred sons of men 
Like brothers live, in amity combined 
And unsuspicious faith ; while honest toil 
Gives every joy, and to those joys a right, 
Which idle, barbarous rapine but usurps. 
Pure is thy reign; when, unaccursed by blood. 
Nought, save the sweetness of indulgent showers, 



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Trickling distils into the vernant glebe; 
Instead of mangled carcasses, sad-seen, 
When the blithe sheaves lie scatter'd o'er the field ; 
When only shining shares, the crooked knife, 
And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ; 
When the land blushes with the rose alone, 
The falling fruitage and the bleeding vine. 

Peace! thou source and soul of social life, 
Beneath whose calm inspiring influence, 
Science his views enlarges. Art refines. 
And swelling Commerce opens all her ports, 
Bless'd be the man divine who gives us thee! 
Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang, 
Nor blow the giddy nations into rage ; 
Who sheaths the murderous blade ; the deadly gun 
Into the well-piled armory returns ; 
And every vigor, from the work of death, 
To grateful industry converting, makes 
The country flourish, and the city smile. 
Of him the shepherd, in the peaceful dale. 
Chants ; and, the treasures of his labor sure. 
The husbandman of him, as at the plough. 
Or team, he toils. With him the sailor soothes. 
Beneath the trembling moon, the midnight wave, 
And the full city, warm, from street to street, 
And shop to shop, responsive, rings of him. 

Nor joys one land alone; his praise extends 
Far as the sun rolls the diffusive day ; 
Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of peace; 
Till all the happy nations catch the song. 



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What would not, Peace! the patriot bear for 
thee? 
What painful patience? What incessant care? 
What mix'd anxiety? What sleepless toil? 
E'en from the rash protected, what reproach? 
For he thy value knows; thy friendship he 
To human nature: but the better thou. 
The richer of delight, sometimes the more 
Inevitable war, — when ruffian force 
Awakes the fury of an injured state. 
Then the good easy man whom reason rules. 
Who, while unhurt, knew nor offence nor harm, 
Roused by bold insult, and injurious rage, 
With sharp and sudden check the astonish'd sons 
Of violence confounds; firm as his cause 
His bolder heart; in awful justice clad; 
His eyes effulging a peculiar fire: 
And, as he charges through the prostrate war, 
His keen arm teaches faithless men no more 
To dare the sacred vengeance of the just. 



ODE TO PEACE 

William Tennant 

Daughter of God ! that sitt'st on high 
Amid the dances of the sky, 
And guidest with thy gentle sway 
The planets on their tuneful way! 
Sweet Peace! shall ne'er again 
The smile of thy most holy face, 



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From thine ethereal dwelling-place, 
Rejoice the wretched, weary race 

Of discord-breathing men? 
Too long, glachiess-giving Queen! 
Thy tarrying in heaven has been; 
Too long o'er this fair blooming world 
The flag of blood has been unfurled, 

Polluting God's pure day ; 
Whilst, as each maddening people reels, 
War onward drives his scythed wheels, 
And at his horses' bloody heels, 

Shriek Murder and Dismay. 

Oft have I wept to hear the cry 

Of widow wailing bitterly ; 

To see the parent's silent tear 

For children fallen beneath the spear; 

And I have felt so sore 
The sense of human guilt and woe. 
That I, in Virtue's passioned glow, 
Have cursed (my soul was wounded so) 

The shape of man I bore! 
Then come from thy serene abode. 
Thou gladness-giving child of God! 
And cease the world's ensanguined strife, 
And reconcile my soul to life; 

For much I long to see, 
Ere I shall to the grave descend, 
Thy hand its blessed branch extend, 
And to the world's remotest end 

Wave Love and Harmony ! 



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ANGEL OF PEACE 

Extract from The Peace of Europe 

John Greenleaf Whittier 

White Angel of the Lord ! unmeet 

That soil accursed for thy pure feet. 

Never in Slavery's desert flows 

The fountain of thy charmed repose ; 

No tyrant's hand thy chaplet weaves 

Of lilies and of olive-leaves ; 

Not with the wicked shalt thou dwell, 

Thus saith the Eternal Oracle ; 

Thy home is with the pure and free ! 

Stern herald of thy better day, 

Before thee, to prepare thy way, 

The Baptist Shade of Liberty, 

Gray, scarred and hairy-robed, must press 

With bleeding feet the wilderness! 

Oh that its voice might pierce the ear 

Of princes, trembling while they hear 

A cry as of the Hebrew seer : 

Repent! God's kingdom draweth near! 

PEACE AND WAR 
Extract from Queen Mab 
Percy Bysshe Shelley 

How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, 
' Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, 
' Were discord to the speaking quietude 



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That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, 

Studded with stars unutterably bright, 

Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls. 

Seems like a canopy which love had spread 

To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, 

Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; 

Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend 

So stainless that their white and glittering spires 

Tinge not the moon's pure beam ; yon castled steep 

Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower 

So idly that rapt fancy deemeth it 

A metaphor of peace ; — all form a scene 

Where musing solitude might love to lift 

Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ; 

Where silence undisturbed might watch alone — 

So cold, so bright, so still. 

The orb of day 
In southern climes o'er ocean's waveless field 
Sinks sweetly smiling; not the faintest breath 
Steals o'er the unruffled deep ; the clouds of eve 
Reflect unmoved the lingering beam of day ; 
And Vesper's image on the western main 
Is beautifully still. To-morrow comes: 
Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass. 
Roll o'er the blackened waters ; the deep roar 
Of distant thunder mutters awfully ; 
Tempest unfolds its pinion o'er the gloom 
That shrouds the boiling surge ; the pitiless fiend. 
With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey; 
The torn deep yawns, — the vessel finds a grave 
Beneath its jagged gulf. 



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Ah ! whence yon glare 
That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red smoke 
Blotting the silver moon? The stars are quenched 
In darkness, and the pure and spangling snow 
Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round. 
Hark to that roar whose swift and deafening peals 
In countless echoes through the mountains ring, 
Startling pale Midnight on her starry throne ! 
Now swells the intermingling din; the jar 
Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb ; 
The falUng beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout, 
The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men 
Inebriate with rage : — loud and more loud 
The discord grows; till pale Death shuts the scene 
And o'er the conqueror and the conquered draws 
His cold and bloody shroud. — Of all the men 
Whom day's departing beam saw blooming there 
In proud and vigorous health ; of all the hearts 
That beat with anxious life at sunset there; 
How few survive, how few are beating now ! 
All is deep silence, like the fearful calm 
That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause; 
Save when the frantic wail of widowed love 
Comes shuddering on the blast, or the faint moan 
With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay 
Wrapt round its struggling powers. 

The gray morn 
Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke 
Before the icy wind slow rolls away. 
And the bright beams of frosty morning dance 



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Along the spangling snow. There tracks of blood 

Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms, 

And lifeless warriors, whose hard lineaments 

Death's self could change not, mark the dreadful path 

Of the outsallying victors ; far behind 

Black ashes note where their proud city stood. 

Within yon forest is a gloomy glen — 

Each tree which guards its darkness from the day, 

Waves o'er a warrior's tomb. 

I see thee shrink, 
Surpassing Spirit! — wert thou human else? 
I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet 
Across thy stainless features ; yet fear not ; 
This is no unconnected misery, 
Nor stands uncaused and irretrievable. 
Man's evil nature, that apology 

Which kings who rule, and cowards who crouch, set up 
For their unnumbered crimes, sheds not the blood 
Which desolates the discord-wasted land. 
From kings and priests and statesmen war arose, 
Whose safety is man's deep unbettered woe, 
Whose grandeur his debasement. Let the axe 
Strike at the root, the poison-tree will fall; 
And where its venomed exhalations spread 
Ruin, and death, and woe, where millions lay 
Quenching the serpent's famine, and their bones 
Bleaching unburied in the putrid blast, 
A garden shall arise, in loveliness 
Surpassing fabled Eden. 



102 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

But hoary-headed selfishness has felt 

Its death-blow and is tottering to the grave ; 

A brighter morn awaits the human day, 

When every transfer of earth's natural gifts 

Shall be a commerce of good words and works; 

When poverty and wealth, the thirst of fame, 

The fear of infamy, disease and woe. 

War with its million horrors, and fierce hell, 

Shall live but in the memory of time, 

Who, like a penitent libertine, shall start. 

Look back, and shudder at his younger years. 



PEACE AMONG NATIONS 

Extract from The Task 

William Cowper 

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, 

Some boundless contiguity of shade. 

Where rumor of oppression and deceit, 

Of unsuccessful or successful war, 

Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, 

My soul is sick with every day's report 

Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. 

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart. 

It does not feel for man ; the natural bond 

Of brotherhood is severed as the flax 

That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 

He finds his fellow guilty of a skin 

Not colored like his own, and having power 



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To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause 
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. 
Lands intersected by a narrow frith 
Abhor each other. Mountains interposed 
Make enemies of nations who had else 
Like kindred drops been mingled into one. 
Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys. 



Sure there is need of social intercourse, 
Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid, 
Between the nations, in a world that seems 
To toll the death-bell of its own decease. 



Great princes have great playthings. Some have 
played 
At hewing mountains into men, and some 
At building human wonders mountain high. 
Some have amused the dull sad years of life, 
Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad, 
With schemes of monumental fame ; and sought 
By pyramids and mausolean pomp, 
Short-lived themselves, to immortalize their bones. 
Some seek diversion in the tented field. 
And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. 
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, 
Kings would not play at. Nations would do well 
To extort their truncheons from the puny hands 
Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds 
Are gratified with mischief, and who spoil, 
Because men suffer it, their toy the world. 



104 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

When Babel was confounded, and the great 
Confederacy of projectors wild and vain 
Was split into diversity of tongues, 
Then, as a shepherd separates his flock, 
These to the upland, to the valley those, 
God drave asunder, and assigned their lot 
To all the nations. Ample was the boon 
He gave them, in its distribution fair 
And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace. 
Peace was awhile their care : they ploughed and sowed, 
And reaped their plenty without grudge or strife. 
But violence can never longer sleep 
Than human passions please. In every heart 
Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war ; 
Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze. 
Cain had already shed a brother's blood; 
The Deluge washed it out, but left unquenched 
The seeds of murder in the breast of man. 
Soon, by a righteous judgment, in the line 
Of his descending progeny was found 
The first artificer of death ; the shrewd 
Contriver who first sweated at the forge, 
And forced the blunt and yet unbloodied steel 
To a keen edge, and made it bright for war. 
Him, Tubal named, the Vulcan of old times, 
The sword and falchion their inventor claim, 
And the first smith was the first murderer's son. 
His art survived the waters; and ere long. 
When man was multiplied and spread abroad 
In tribes and clans, and had begun to call 
These meadows and that range of hills his own, 



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The tasted sweets of property begat 

Desire of more; and industry in some, 

To improve and cultivate their just demesne, 

Made others covet what they saw so fair. 

Thus war began on earth ; these fought for spoil, 

And those in self-defense. Savage at first 

The onset, and irregular. At length 

One eminent above the rest, for strength, 

For stratagem, or courage, or for all, 

Was chosen leader; him they served in war, 

And him in peace, for sake of warlike deeds 

Reverenced no less. Who could with him compare? 

Or who so worthy to control themselves 

As he whose prowess had subdued their foes? 

Thus war affording field for the display 

Or who so worthy to control themselves 

Which have their exigencies too, and call 

For skill in government, at length made king. 



But is it fit, or can it bear the shock 
Of rational discussion, that a man 
Compounded and made up like other men 
Of elements tumultuous, in whom lust 
And folly in as ample measure meet 
As in the bosoms of the slaves he rules, 
Should be a despot absolute, and boast 
Himself the only freeman of his land? 
Should, when he pleases, and on whom he will. 
Wage war, with any or with no pretence 
Of provocation given or wrong sustained, 



1 0(1 PKAOE AND PATRIOTISM 

And force the beggarly last doit, by means 
'i'hnt, his own humor dictates, from the clutch 
( )f povcM'ty, that thus he may procure 
His (housjinds, weary of jHMUirious life, 
A splenditl ()])j)ortunity U) die? 



A (^IIUISTMAS (^AROL 

Samuel Taylou Coliouiikje 

The shepherds went their hasty way, 

And h)inid the lowly stabU^-shed 
NViiere the Virgin-Mother lay: 

And now (h(\v checked their eager tread, 
For to the Babe, (hat at her bosom clung, 
A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung. 

They told hvv how a glorious light. 

Streaming from a heavenly throng, 
Around tluMu shone, susjiending night! 

W'hiU* sweetiM" than a niotluM's song, 
Hh^st angels heralded the Saviour's birth, 
Cdory to i\o{\ on high! and Peace on Earth. 

She listened to tiie tale divine. 

And closer still the Babe she pressed; 

And while she cried, the Babe is mhie! 
The n\ilk rushed fastci- to her breast: 

.loy rose within her, like a sununer's mom; 

Peace, Peace ou l<'arth ! the Prince of Peace is born. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 107 

Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace, 

Poor, simple, and of low estate ! 
TLat strife should vanish, battle cease, 

why should this thy soul elate? 
Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story, — 
Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory? 

And is not War a youthful king, 

A stately hero clad in mail? 
Beneath his footsteps laurels spring; 

Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail 
Their friend, theii- playmate! and his bold bright eye 
Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh. 

" Tell this in some more courtly scene. 

To maids and youths in robes of state ! 
I am a woman poor and mean. 

And therefore is my soul elate. 
War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled. 
That from the aged father tears his child! 

" A murderous fiend, by fiends adored, 
He kills the sire and starves the son ; 
The husband kills, and from her board 

Steals all his widow's toil had won ; 
Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away 
All safety from the night, all comfort from the day. 

" Then wisely is my soul elate, 

That strife should vanish, battle cease: 
I'm poor and of a low estate, 



108 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The Mother of the Prince of Peace. 
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn : 
Peace, Peace on Earth ! the Prince of Peace is born." 



CHRISTMAS IN 1875 

Supposed to be written by a Spaniard 

William Cullen Bryant 

No trumpet-blast profaned 
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born; 

No bloody streamlet stained 
Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn; 

But, o'er the peaceful plain. 
The war-horse drew the peasant's loaded wain. 

The soldier had laid by 
The sword and stripped the corselet from his breast, 

And hung his helm on high — 
The sparrow's winter home and summer nest; 

And, with the same strong hand 
That flung the barbed spear, he tilled the land. 

Oh, time for which we yearn ; 
Oh, sabbath of the nations long foretold! 

Season of peace, return. 
Like a late summer when the year grows old, 

When the sweet sunny days 
Steeped mead and mountain-side in golden haze. 



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For now two rival kings 
Flaunt, o'er our bleeding land, their hostile flags, 

And every sunrise brings 
The hovering vulture from his mountain-crags 

To where the battle-plain 
Is strewn with dead, the youth and flower of Spain. 

Christ is not come, while yet 
O'er half the earth the threat of battle lowers, 

And our own fields are wet, 
Beneath the battle-cloud, with crimson showers — 

The life-blood of the slain, 
Poured out where thousands die that one may reign. 

Soon, over half the earth. 
In every temple crowds shall kneel again 

To celebrate His birth 
Who brought the message of good-will to men. 

And bursts of joyous song 
Shall shake the roof above the prostrate throng. 

Christ is not come, while there 
The men of blood whose crimes affront the skies 

Kneel down in act of prayer. 
Amid the joyous strains, and when they rise 

Go forth, with sword and flame, 
To waste the land in His most holy name. 

Oh, when the day shall break 
O'er realms unlearned in warfare's cruel arts, 
And all their millions wake 



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To peaceful tasks performed with loving hearts. 

On such a blessed morn, 
Well may the nations say that Christ is born. 



THE GARDEN OF THE HOLY VIRGIN ^ 
Alexander Kuprin 

Far beyond the bounds of the Milky Way, upon a 
planet which will never be disclosed to the eye of the 
most diligent astronomer, blooms the wonderful, myste- 
rious garden of the Holy Virgin Mary. All the flowers 
that exist upon our poor and sinful earth, bloom there 
for many long years, never fading, ever cared for by the 
patient hands of invisible gardeners. And each flower 
contains a particle of the soul of a man living on the 
earth, that particle which sleeps not during our nightly 
slumber, that leads us through marvelous lands, that 
shows us the centuries gone by, that conjures up before 
us the faces of our departed friends, that spins in our 
imagination the variegated tissues of our slumber-being, 
now sweet, now ludicrous, now terrible, now blissful, 
that makes us awaken in unreasonable joy, or in bitter 
tears, that often opens before us the impenetrable cur- 
tains, beyond which stretch out the dark paths of the 
future, discernible only to children, wise men, and 
blessed clairvoyants. These flowers are the souls of 
human dreams. 

Every time that the moon is full, in those hours of the 

1 From "The Bracelet of Garnets, and Other Stories"; copyright, 
1917, by Charles Scribner's Sons. By permission of the publishers. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 111 

night that immediately precede the dawn, when our 
nightly visions are especially bright, lively, and restless, 
when the pale lunatics, with their eyes closed and their 
faces turned toward the sky, return to their cold beds 
along the dangerous edges of the house-tops, when the 
night-flowers open their chalices — then the Holy Vir- 
gin walks through her garden with light and quiet steps. 
To her right, glides the round moon, while behind it, 
never tarrying, always keeping the same distance, flows 
a little star, like a small boat tied with invisible threads 
to the stern of a large ship. Soon both the ship and the 
boat disappear, buried in tlie vaporlike, orange-colored 
clouds, and, suddenly, they appear in the dark-blue 
space. Then their light lends a silvery hue to the Holy 
Virgin's blue chiton and to her beautiful face, whose 
charm and blessedness no man can describe with word, 
brush, or music. 

And, fluttering in joyous impatience, the flowers sway 
on their thin stems and, like children, stretch out to 
touch the blue chiton with their petals. And Holy 
Mary gently smiles upon their pure joy, for she is the 
mother of Jesus, who loved flowers so dearly during his 
life on earth. With her thin, white, kind fingers she 
gently caresses the souls of children, the modest daisies, 
goldcups, snowdrops, veronicas, and the fairy spheres of 
dandelions. Boundless is her bounty, for it extends 
over them all: the daffodils, those beautiful love-flow- 
ers, the proud and passionate roses, the conceited peo- 
nies, the orchids, so terrible in their strange beauty, the 
bitter, fiery poppies, the tuberoses and hyacinths, that 
spread their heavy odors around the death-bed. She 



112 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

sends bright maidenly dreams to lilies-of-the-valley, 
violets, and mignonettes. And to the plain wild flow- 
ers, the souls of ordiuaiy toilers, wearied with the day's 
labor, she sends profound, restful sleep. 

And she visits also the far-away corners of the garden, 
wildly overgrown with thorny, monstrous cactuses, 
gi-ecnish ferns, intoxicating hops, and the creeping, 
graveyard ivy, and to them all, despairing of joy on 
earth, disajipointed in life, sorrowful, and grieving, 
gloomily hastening to meet death, she grants moments 
of complete forgetfulness, without dreams, without 
memories. 

And in the morning, when amidst the gold and crim- 
son dawn, the tiiuniphant sun, ever burning with the 
fire of victory, begins to rise, the Holy Virgin lifts her 
clear eyes toward heaven and says: 

" Be thou blessed, Creator, who exhibits to us the 
sign of his greatness. Be blessed all his creation, too. 
Be blessed the sacred eternal maternity of the world. 
For ever and ever." 

And the flowers send their reply in scarcely audible 
whisper : 

" Amen." 

Anil like holy incense their aromatic breath rises 
upward. And the bright face of the sun trembles, re- 
flected in many-colored rays from each dewdrop. 

On this night, too, the Holy Virgin walks through her 
garden. But sad is her beauteous face, lowered are the 
lashes of her bright eyes, powerless hang her arms along 
the folds of her blue chiton. Terrible visions float be- 



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fore her; red fields and pastures, still recking with 
blood; burnt homes and churches; violated women, 
tortured cliildren; mounds and mountains of corpses 
under which moan the dying ; groans, curses, blasphemy 
that breaks through the death-rattle and the cries; 
mutilated bodies, withered breasts, fields of battle black 
with ravens. . . . 

Oppressive silence, as before a thunderstorm, over- 
hangs the world. The air is perfectly motionless. But 
the flowers tremble and sway in fright as in a tempest, 
bending to the very ground and extending their heads 
to the Virgin with boundless entreaty. 

Closed are her lips, and sad is her face. Agahi and 
again before her rises the image of Him whom human 
malice, envy, intolerance, cupidity, and ambition sen- 
tenced to unbearable tortures and a shameful death. 
She sees Him — beaten, bleeding, carrying upon His 
shoulders His heavy cross, and stumbling under its 
weight. Upon the dusty road she sees dark sprays, the 
droj)s of His divine blood. She sees His beautiful body, 
mutilated by tortui'c, hanging by out-turned arms upon 
the cross, with protruding chest, and bloody sweat upon 
His deathly pale face. And again she hears His dread- 
ful whisper: "I am thirsty! " And again, as then, a 
sword is plunged iiito the mother's heart. 

The sun rises, hidden beyond dark, heavy clouds. It 
burns in heaven like an enormous red blot, the bloody 
conflagration of the world. And lifting up her saddened 
eyes, the Holy Virgin asks timidly, her voice trembling: 

" Lord ! Where are the bounds of Thy great 
wrath?" 



114 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

But relentless is the wrath of God, and none knows 
its bounds! And when, in grief and sorrow, the Holy 
Virgin lowers her eyes again, she sees that the innocent 
cups of gentle flowers are filled with bloody dew. 



THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD 
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, 
Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; 

But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing 
Startles the villages with strange alarms. 

Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary. 
When the death-angel touches those swift keys! 

What loud lament and dismal Miserere 
Will mingle with their awful symphonies! 

I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus. 
The cries of agony, the endless groan. 

Which, through the ages that have gone before us, 
In long reverberations reach our own. 

On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer. 
Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, 

And loud, amid the universal clamor. 

O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong. 

I hear the Florentine, who from his palace 
Wheels out his battle-bell with dreadful din, 



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And Aztec priests upon their teocallis 

Beat the wild war-drums made of serpent's skin ; 

The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; 

The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; 
The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; 

The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; 

The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, 
The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; 

And ever and anon, in tones of thunder 
The diapason of the cannonade. 

Is it, man, with such discordant noises. 
With such accursed instruments as these. 

Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices. 
And j arrest the celestial harmonies? 

Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, 
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and 
courts, 

Given to redeem the human mind from error. 
There were no need of arsenals or forts: 

The warrior's name would be a name abhorred! 

And every nation, that should lift again 
Its hand against a brother, on its forehead 

Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain! 

Down the dark future, through long generations. 
The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; 

And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, 

I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " 



116 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals 
The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! 

But beautiful as songs of the immortals, 
The holy melodies of love arise. 



ILLUSION OF WAR 

Richard Le Galliennb 
War 
I abhor, 

And yet how sweet 
The sound along the marching street 
Of drum and fife ! And I forget 
Wet eyes of widows, and forget 
Broken old mothers, and the whole 
Dark butchery without a soul. 

Without a soul — save this bright drink 

Of heady music, sweet as hell ; 

And even my peace-abiding feet 

Go marching with the marching street; 

For yonder, yonder, goes the fife. 

And what care I for human life! 

The tears fill my astonished eyes, 

And my full heart is like to break; 
And yet 'tis all embannered lies, 

A dream those little drummers make. 

Oh, it is wickedness to clothe 
Yon hideous grinning thing that stalks 



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Hidden in music, like a queen 

That in a garden of glory walks, 
Till good men love the thing they loathe. 
Art, thou hast many infamies, 
But not an infamy like this; 
Oh ! snap the fife and still the drum, 
And show the monster as she is! 



THE CAUSES OF WAR 

Extract from Gulliver's Travels 

Jonathan Swift 

[My master] asked me what were the usual causes 
or motives that made one country go to war with 
another? I answered they were innumerable; but I 
should only mention a few of the chief. Sometimes 
the ambition of princes, who never think they have 
land or people enough to govern; sometimes the cor- 
ruption of ministers, who engage their master in a 
war in order to stifle or divert the clamor of the sub- 
jects against their evil administration. Difference in 
opinions has cost many millions of lives .... 

Sometimes the quarrel between two princes is to 
decide which of them shall dispossess a third of his 
dominions, where neither of them pretend to any 
right. Sometimes one prince quarrelleth with an- 
other, for fear the other should quarrel with him. 
Sometimes a war is entered upon because the enemy is 
too strong, and sometimes because he is too weak. 



118 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Sometimes our neighbors want the things which we 
have, or have the things which we want, and we both 
fight till they take ours, or give us theirs. It is a very- 
justifiable cause of a war, to invade a country after 
the people have been wasted by famine, destroyed by 
pestilence, or embroiled by factions among themselves. 
It is justifiable to enter into war against our nearest 
ally, when one of his towns lies convenient for us, or a 
territory of land, that would render our dominions 
round and complete. If a prince sends forces into a 
nation where the people are poor and ignorant, he may 
lawfully put half of them to death, and make slaves 
of the rest, in order to civilize and reduce them from 
their barbarous way of living. It is a very kingly, 
honorable, and frequent practice, when one prince de- 
sires the assistance of another, to secure him against 
an invasion that the assistant, when he hath driven 
out the invader, should seize on the dominions him- 
self, and kill, imprison, or banish the prince he came 
to relieve. Alliance by blood or marriage is a fre- 
quent cause of war between princes; and the nearer 
tlie kindred is, the greater is their disposition to quar- 
rel. Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are 
proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance. 
For these reasons, the trade of a soldier is held the 
most honorable of all others; because a soldier is a 
Yahoo, hired to kill, in cold blood, as many of his own 
species, who have never offended him, as possibly he 
can. 

There is likewise a kind of beggarly princes in 
Europe, not able to make war by themselves, who hire 



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out their troops to richer nations, for so much a day 
to each man; of which they keep three-fourths to 
themselves, and it is the best part of their mainte- 
nance; such are those in many northern parts of 
Europe. 

" What you have told me," said my master, " upon 
the subject of war does, indeed, discover most ad- 
mirably the effects of that reason you pretend to; 
however, it is happy that the shame is greater than 
the danger; and that nature has left you utterly 
incapable of doing much mischief. 

" For, your mouths lying flat with your faces, you 
can hardly bite each other to any purpose, unless by 
consent. Then, as to the claws upon your feet, before 
and behind, they are so short and tender, that one of 
our Yahoos would drive a dozen of yours before him. 
And therefore, in recounting the numbers of those who 
have been killed in battle, I cannot but think you 
have said the thing which is not." 

I could not forbear shaking my head, and smiling a 
little at his ignorance. And, being no stranger to the art 
of war, I gave him a description of cannons, culverins, 
muskets, carabines, pistols, bullets, powder, swords, 
bayonets, battles, sieges, retreats, attacks, undermines, 
countermines, bombardments, sea-fights, ships sunk 
with a thousand men, twenty thousand killed on each 
side, dying groans, limbs flying in the air, smoke, noise, 
confusion, trampling to death under horses' feet, flight, 
pursuit, victory; fields strewed with carcases, left for 
food to dogs and wolves and birds of prey ; plundering, 
stripping, ravishing, burning, and destroying. And, to 



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set forth the valor of my own dear countrymen, I 
assured him that I had seen them blow up a hundred 
enemies at once in a siege, and as many in a ship, and 
beheld the dead bodies drop down in pieces from the 
clouds, to the great diversion of the spectators. 

I was going on to more particulars when my master 
commanded me silence. He said, whoever understood 
the nature of Yahoos might easily believe it possible 
for so vile an animal to be capable of every action I 
had named if their strength and cunning equalled their 
malice. But as my discourse had increased his abhor- 
rence of the whole species, so he found it gave hhn a 
disturbance in his mind to which he was wholly a 
stranger before. He thought his ears being used to 
such abominable words might, by degrees, admit them 
with less detestation; that, although he hated the 
Yahoos of this country, yet he no more blamed them 
for their odious qualities than he did a gnnayh (a bird 
of prey) for its cruelty, or a sharp stone for cutting his 
hoof. But when a creature pretending to reason could 
be capable of such enormities, he dreaded lest the cor- 
ruption of that faculty might be worse than brutality 
itself. He seemed, therefore, confident, that instead 
of reason, we were only possessed of some quality fitted 
to increase our natural vices; as the reflection from a 
troubled stream returns the image of an ill-shapen 
body, not only larger, but more distorted. 



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THE BURGHERS' BATTLE 
William Morris 

Thick rise the spear-shafts o'er the land 
That erst the harvest bore; 
The sword is heavy in the hand, 
And we return no more. 

The hght wind waves the Ruddy Fox, 
Our banner of the war, 
And ripples in the Running Ox, 
And we return no more. 

Across our stubble acres now 

The teams go four and four; 

But outworn elders guide the plough, 

And we return no more. 

And now the women, heavy-eyed, 
Turn through the open door 
From gazing down the highway wide. 
Where we return no more. 

The shadows of the fruited close 
Dapple the feast-hall floor; 
There lie our dogs and dream and doze. 
And we return no more. 

Down from the minster tower to-day 
Fall the soft chimes of yore 
Amidst the chattering jackdaws' play: 
And we return no more. 



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But underneath the streets are still; 
Noon, and the market's o'er! 
Back go the gooilwivcs o'er the hill; 
For ICC return no more. 

What merchant to our gates shall come? 
What wise man bring us kire? 
What abbot ride away to Rome, 
Now we return no more? 

What mayor shall rule the hall we built? 

Whose scark^t sweep the floor? 

What judge shall ckxMu the robber's guilt, 

Now we return no more/ 

New houses in the streets shall rise 
Where builded we before, 
Of other stone wrought otherwise; 
For we return no more. 

And crops shall cover field and hill. 
Unlike what once they bore, 
And all be done without our will, 
Now we return no more. 

Look up! the arrows streak the sky, 
The horns of battle roar; 
The long spears lower and draw nigh. 
And we return no more. 



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Remember how, boHide the wain, 
We spoke the word of war, 
And sowed this liarv(!Ht of the plain, 
And wc return no more. 

Lay spears about the Ruddy Fox I 

The days of old are o'er; 

Heave sword al)()ut the Running Ox! 

For we return no more. 



THE BATTLIO OF BLKNHEIM 

Robert Southey 

It was a summer evening; 

Old Kaspar's work was done, 
And he before his eottage-door 

Was sitting in tlu; sun; 
And by him sported on the green 
His little grandchild Wilhelmine. 

She saw her brother Peterkin 
Roll something large and round, 

Which he beside the rivulet, 
In playing there, had found: 

He came to ask what he had found, 

That was so large and smooth and round. 

Old Kaspar took it from the boy, 

Who stood expectant by; 
And then the old man shook his head. 



124 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

And with a natural sigh, 
" 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, 
" Who fell in the great victory. 

" I find them in the garden. 
For there's many here about ; 

And often, when I go to plough, 
The ploughshare turns them out; 

For many thousand men," said he, 

" Were slain in that great victory." 

" Now tell us what 'twas all about," 

Young Peterkin he cries; 
And little Wilhelmine looks up 

With wonder-waiting eyes ; 
" Now tell us all about the war, 
And what they fought each other for." 

" It was the English," Kaspar cried, 
" Who put the French to rout ; 

But what they fought each other for, 
I could not well make out ; 

But everybody said," quoth he, 

" That 'twas a famous victory. 

" My father lived at Blenheim then. 

Yon little stream hard by ; 
They burnt his dwelling to the ground. 

And he was forced to fly; 
So with his wife and child he fled. 
Nor had he where to rest his head. 



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" With fire and sword the country round 

Was wasted far and wide, 
And many a childing mother then, 

And new-born baby, died; 
But things Hke that, you know, must be 
At every famous victory. 



" They say it was a shocking sight 

After the field was won; 
For many thousand bodies here 

Lay rotting in the sun : 
But things like that, you know, must be 
After a famous victory. 



" Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, 

And our good Prince Eugene." 
"Why, 'twas a very wicked thing! " 

Said little Wilhelmine. 
"Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he; 
" It was a famous victory. 



"And everybody praised the Duke, 
Who this great fight did win." 

" But what good came of it at last? " 
Quoth little Peterkin. 

" Why, that I cannot tell," said he; 

" But 'twas a famous victory." 



126 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

THE PYRES 

Hermann Hagedorn 

Pyres in the night, in the night! 

And the roaring yellow and red. 
Trooper, trooper, why so white? 

We are out to gather our dead. 
We have brought dry boughs from the bloody wood 

And the torn hill-side ; 
We have felled great trunks, wet with the blood 

Of brothers that died; 
We have piled them high for a flaming bed, 
Hemlock and ash and pine for a bed, 
A throne in the night, a throne for a bed — 
And we go to gather our dead. 

There where the oaks loom, dark and high, 

Over the sombre hill. 

Body on body, cold and still, 
Under the stars they lie. 
There where the silver river runs, 

Careless and calm as fate. 
Mowed, mowed by the terrible guns. 

The stricken brothers wait. 
There by the smoldering house, and there 
Where the red smoke hangs on the heavy air, 
Under the ruins, under the hedge. 
Cheek by cheek at the forest-edge; 
Back to breast, three men deep. 

Hearing not bugle or drum, 



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In the desperate trench they died to keep, 
Under the starry dome they sleep, 
Murmuring, " Brothers, come 1 " 



This way ! I heard a call 

Like a stag's when he dies. 
Under the willows I saw him fall. 

Under the willows he lies. 
Give me your hand. Raise him up. 

Lift his head. Strike a light. 
This morning we shared a crust and a cup. 

He wants no supper to-night. 
Take his feet. Here the shells 

Broke all day long, 
Moaning and shrieking hell's 

Bacchanalian song! 
Last night he helped me bear 

Men to hell's feting. 
To-morrow, maybe, somewhere, 

We, too, shall lie waiting. 



Pyres in the night, in the night! 

Weary and sick and dumb," 
Under the flickering, faint starlight 

The drooping gleaners come. 
Out of the darkness, dim 

Shadowy, shadow-bearers. 
Dragging into the bale-fire's rim 

Pallid death -farers. 



128 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Pyres in the night, in the night! 

In the plain, on the hill. 
No volleys for their last rite. 

We need our powder — to kill. 
High on their golden bed, 

Pile up the dead! 

Pyres in the night, in the night! 

Torches, piercing the gloom! 
Look! How the sparks take flight! 

Stars, stars, make room! 
Smoke, that was bone and blood ! 

Hark ! the deep roar. 
It is the souls telling God 

Theglory of WAR! 

WAR AND PEACE 

Extract from Epilogue to Charge of the Heavy 
Brigade at Balaclava 

Alfred Tennyson 

I WOULD that wars should cease, 
I would the globe from end to end 

Might sow and reap in peace, 
And some new Spirit o'erbear the old, 

Or Trade refrain the Powers 
From war with kindly links of gold, 

Or Love with wreaths of flowers. 
Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all 

My friends and brother souls, 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 129 

With all the peoples, great and small, 

That wheel between the poles. 
But since our mortal shadow, 111, 

To waste this earth began — 
Perchance from some abuse of Will 

In worlds before the man 
Involving ours — he needs must fight 

To make true peace his own, 
He needs must combat might with might, 

Or Might would rule alone; 
And who loves war for war's own sake 

Is fool, or crazed, or worse; 
But let the patriot-soldier take 

His meed of fame in verse ; 
Nay — tho' that realm were in the wrong 

For which her warriors bleed. 
It still were right to crown with song 

The warrior's noble deed. 

TRUE PEACE 

Extracts from Casa Guidi Windows 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

Children use the fist 
Until they are of age to use the brain; 

And so we needed Caesars to assist 
Man's justice, and Napoleons to explain 

God's counsel, when a point was nearly missed. 
Until our generations should attain 

Christ's stature nearer. Not that we, alas. 



130 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Attain already; but a single inch 

Will raise to look down on the swordsman's pass, 
As knightly Roland on the coward's flinch; 

And, after chloroform and ether-gas. 
We find out slowly what the bee and finch 

Have ready found, tlu'ough Nature's lamp in each. 
How to our races we may justify 

Our individual claims and, as we reach 
Our own grapes, bend the top vines to supply 

The cliildren's uses, — how to fill a breach 
With olive-branches, — how to quench a lie 

With truth, and smite a foe upon the cheek 
With Christ's most conquering kiss. Why, these are 
things 

Worth a great nation's finding, to prove weak 
The " glorious arms " of military kings. 

And so with wide embrace, my I^^ngland, seek 
To stifle tlie bad heat and flickerings 

Of this world's false and nearly expended fire! 
Draw palpitating arrows to the wood, 

And twang abroad thy high hopes and thy higher 
Resolves, from that most virtuous altitude! 

Till nations shall unconsciously aspire 
By looking up to thee, and learn that good 

And glory are not different. Announce law 
By freedom; exalt chivalry by peace; 

Instruct how clear calm eyes can overawe, 
And how pure hands, stretched simply to release 

A bond-slave, will not need a swoi'd to draw 
To be held dreadful. O my England, crease 

Thy purple with no alien agonies, 



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No struggles toward encroachment, no vile war! 

Disband thy captains, change thy victories, 
Be henccfortli prosporous as the angels are, 

Helping, not humbling. 

Drums and battle-cries 
Go out in music of the morning-star — 

And soon we shall have thinkers in the place 
Of fighters, each found able as a man 

To strike electric influence through a race, 
Unstayed by city-wall and barbican. 

The poet shall look grander in the face 
Than even of old (when he of Greece began 

To sing " that Achillean wrath which slew 
So many heroes"), — seeing he shall treat 

The deeds of souls heroic toward the true, 
The oracles of life, previsions sweet 

And awful like divine swans gliding through 
White arms of Ledas, which will leave the heat 

Of their escaping godship to endue 
The human medium with a heavenly flush. 



A cry is up in England, which doth ring 

The hollow world through, that for ends of trade 
And virtue and God's better worshiping. 

We henceforth should exalt the name of Peace 
And leave tliose rusty wars that eat the soul, — 

Besides their clippings at our golden fleece. 
I, too, have loved peace, and from bole to bole 

Of immemorial undeciduous trees 



132 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Would write, as lovers use upon a scroll, 

The holy name of Peace and set it high 
Where none could pluck it down. On trees, I say ■-^. 

Not upon gibbets ! — With the greenery 
Of dewy branches and the flowery May, 

Sweet mediation betwixt earth and sky 
Providing, for the shepherd's holiday. 

Not upon gibbets! though the vulture leaves 
The bones to quiet, which he first picked bare. 

Not upon dungeons! though the wretch who grieves 
And groans within, less stirs the outer air 

Than any little field-mouse stirs the sheaves. 
Not upon chain-bolts! though the slave's despair 

Has dulled his helpless miserable brain 
And left him blank beneath the freeman's whip 

To sing and laugh out idiocies of pain. 
Nor yet on starving homes ! where many a lip 

Has sobbed itself asleep through curses vain. 
I love no peace which is not fellowship 

And which includes not mercy. I would have 
Rather the raking of the guns across 

The world, and shrieks against Heaven's architrave; 
Rather the struggle in the slippery fosse 

Of dying men and horses, and the wave 
Blood-bubbling . . . Enough said ! — by Christ's own 
cross. 

And by this faint heart of my womanhood. 
Such things are better than a Peace that sits 

Beside a hearth in self-commended mood. 
And takes no thought how wind and rain by fits 

Are howling out of doors against the good 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 133 

Of the poor wanderer. What ! your peace admits 
Of outside anguish while it keeps at home? 

1 loathe to take its name upon my tongue, — 
'Tis nowise peace; 'tis treason, stiff with doom, — 

'Tis gagged despair and inarticulate wrong, 



Lord of Peace, who art Lord of Righteousness, 
Constrain the anguished worlds from sin and grief, 

Pierce them with conscience, purge them with redress. 
And give us peace which is no counterfeit ! 

WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN 

New York Harbor, August 20, 189S 

Guy Wetmore Carryl 

To eastward ringing, to westward winging. 

O'er mapless miles of sea, 
On winds and tides the gospel rides 

That the furthermost isles are free; 
And the furthermost isles make answer, 

Harbor, and height, and hill. 
Breaker and beach cry, each to each, 

" 'Tis the Mother who calls! Be still! " 
Mother! new-found, beloved, 

And strong to hold from harm. 
Stretching to these across the seas 

The shield of her sovereign arm, 
Who summoned the guns of her sailor sons. 

Who bade her navies roam. 



134 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Who calls again to the leagues of main, 
And who calls them this time home! 



And the ^rnat gray sliips arc silent, 

And tlie weary watchers rest; 
The black cloud dies in the August skies, 

And deep in the golden west 
Invisible hands are limning 

A glory of crimson bars, 
And far above is the wonder of 

A myriad wakened stars! 
Peace! As the tidings silence 

The strenuous cannonade, 
Peace at last ! is the bugle blast 

The length of the long blockade; 
And eyes of vigil weary 

Are lit with the glad release, 
From ship to ship and from lip to lip 

It is " Peace! Thank God for peace! " 

Ah, in the sweet hereafter 

Columbia still shall show 
The sons of those who swept the seas 

How she bade them rise and go; 
How, wlion the stii'riiig summons 

Smote on her children's ear, 
South and North at the call stood forth, 

And the whole land answered, " Here! " 
For the soul of tlie soldier's story 

And the heart of the sailor's song 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 135 

Are all of those who meet their foes 

As right should meet with wrong, 
Who fight their guns till the foeman runs, 

And then, on the decks they trod. 
Brave faces raise, and give the praise 

To the grace of their country's God ! 

Yes, it is good to battle, 

And good to be strong and free. 
To carry the hearts of a people 

To the uttermost ends of sea, 
To see the day steal up the bay, 

Where the enemy lies in wait, 
To run your ship to the harbor's lip 

And sink her across the strait: — 
But better the golden evening 

When the ships round heads for home, 
And the long gray miles slip swiftly past 

In a swirl of seething foam, 
And the people wait at the haven's gate 

To greet the men who win ! 
Thank God for peace! Thank God for peace, 

When the great gray ships come in! 

A SONG FOR PEACE 
Joaquin Miller 

As a tale that is told, as a vision, 

Forgive and forget; for I say 
That the ti'uo shall endure the derision 

Of the false till the full of the day; 



136 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Ay, forgive as you would be forgiven ; 

Ay, forget, lest the ill you have done 
Be remember'd against you in heaven 

And all the days under the sun. 

For who shall have bread without labor? 

And who shall have rest without price? 
And who shall hold war with his neighbor 

With promise of peace with the Christ? 

The years may lay hand on fair heaven ; 

May place and displace the red stars ; 
May stain them, as blood stains are driven 

At sunset in beautiful bars ; 

May shroud them in black till they fret us 
As clouds with their showers of tears; 

May grind us to dust and forget us, 
May the years, 0, the pitiless years! 

But the precepts of Christ are beyond them ; 

The truths by the Nazarcne taught, 
With the tramp of the ages upon them, 

They endure as though ages were naught; 

The deserts may drink up the fountains, 
The forests give place to the plain, 

The main may give place to the mountains, 
The mountains return to the main ; 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 137 

Mutations of worlds and mutations 

Of suns may take place, but the reign 
Of Time, and the toils and vexations 

Bequeath them, no, never a stain. 

Go forth to the fields as one sowing, 

Sing songs and be glad as you go, 
There are seeds that take root without showing, 

And bear some fruit whether or no. 

And the sun shall shine sooner or later, 

Though the midnight breaks ground on the morn, 

Then appeal you to Christ, the Creator, 
And to gray-bearded Time, His first-born. 



ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE 
INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION 

Alfred Tennyson 

Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, 

In this wide hall with earth's invention stored. 
And praise the invisible universal Lord, 

Who lets once more in peace the nations meet, 
Where Science, Art, and Labor have outpour'd 

Their myriad horns of plenty at our feet. 

silent father of our Kings to be, 
Mourn'd in this golden hour of jubilee, 
F'or this, for all, we weep our thanks to thee! 



138 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The world-compelling plan was thine,— ♦ 

And, lo ! the long laborious miles 

Of Palace; lo! the giant aisles, 

Rich in model and design, 

Harvest-tool and husbandry, 

Loom and wheel and enginery. 

Secrets of the sullen mine, 

Steel and gold, and corn and wine, 

Fabric rough, or fairy-fine, 

Sunny tokens of the Line, 

Polar marvels, and a feast 

Of wonder, out of West and East, 

And shapes and hues of Art divine!, 

All of beauty, all of use. 

That one fair planet can produce, 

Brought from under every star, 
Blown from over every main, 
And mixt, as life is mixt with pain. 

The works of peace with works of war. 

Is the goal so far away? 

Far, how far no tongue can say, 

Let us dream our dream to-day. 

O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign, 
From growing Commerce loose her latest chain. 
And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly 
To happy havens under all the sky. 
And mix the seasons and the golden hours ; 
Till each man find his own in all men's good, 
And all men work in noble brotherhood, 



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Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers, 
And ruling by obeying Nature's powers, 
And gathering all the fruits of earth and crown'd with 
all her flowers. 



THE MESSAGE OF PEACE 
Julia Ward Howe 

Bid the din of battle cease ! 

Folded be the wings of fire ! 
Let your courage conquer peace, — 

Every gentle heart's desire. 

Let the crimson flood retreat! 

Blended in the arc of love. 
Let the flags of nations meet; 

Bind the raven, loose the dove; 

At the altar that we raise 

King and Kaiser may bow down; 
Warrior-knights above their bays 

Wear the sacred olive crown. 

Blinding passion is subdued, 

Men discern their common birth, 

God hath made of kindred blood 
All the peoples of the earth. 

High and holy are the gifts 
He has lavished on the race, — 



140 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Hope that quickens, prayer that lifts, 
Honor's meed, and beauty's grace. 

As in Heaven's bright face we look 
Let our kindling souls expand; 

Let us pledge, on nature's book, 
Heart to heart and hand to hand. 

For the glory that we saw 
In the battle-flag unfurled, 

Let us read Christ's better law: 
Fellowship for all the world I 



PEACE SONG 
John Ruskin 

Awake! awake! the stars are pale, the east is russet 

gray; 
They fade, behold the phantoms fade, that kept the 

gates of Day ; 
Throw wide the burning valves, and let the golden 

streets be free, 
The morning watcli is past — the watch of evening 

shall not be. 

Put off, put off your mail, ye kings, and beat your 

brands to dust: 
A surer grasp your hands must know, your hearts a 

better trust; 



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Nay, bend aback the laiice's point, and break the helmet 

bar, — 
A noise is on the morning winds, but not the noise of 

war! 

Among the grassy mountain paths the glittering troops 

increase : 
They come ! they come ! — how fair their feet — they 

come that publish peace ! 
Yea, Victory ! fair Victory ! our enemies' and ours, 
And all the clouds are clasped in light, and all the earth 

with flowers. 

Ah ! still depressed and dim with dew, but yet a little 

while. 
And radiant with the deathless rose the wilderness shall 

smile. 
And every tender living thing shall feed by streams of 

rest, 
Nor lamb shall from the fold be lost, nor nursling from 

the nest. 

For aye, the time of wrath is past, and near the time of 

rest. 
And honor binds the brow of man, and faithfulness his 

breast, — 
Behold, the time of wrath is past, and righteousness 

shall be, 
And the Wolf is dead in Arcady, and the Dragon in the 

sea! 



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AT GIBRALTAR 

George Edward Woodberry 



England, I stand on thy imperial ground, 
Not all a stranger ; as thy bugles blow, 
I feel within my blood old battles flow — 
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found. 
Still surging dark against the Christian bound 
Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know 
Thy heights that watch them wandering below; 
I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound. 
I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face. 
England, 'tis sweet to be so nuich thy son! 
I feel the conqueror in my blood and race; 
Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-day 
Gibraltar wakened ; hark, thy evening gun 
Startles the desert over Africa! 

II 

Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas 
Between the East and West, that God has built; 
Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt, 
While run thy armies true with His decrees; 
Law, justice, liberty — great gifts are these; 
Watch that they spread wheio English blood is spilt. 
Lest, mixed and sullied with his country's guilt. 
The soldier's life-stream flow, and Heaven displease ! 
Two swords there are: one naked, apt to smite. 



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Thy blade of war, and, battle-storied, one 
Rejoices in the slieath, and hides from light. 
American I am, would wars were done! 
Now westward, look, my country bids good-night — 
Peace to the world from ports without a gun ! 

THE DAWN OF PEACE 
Alfred Noyes 

Yes — " on our brows we feel the breath 

Of dawn," though in the night we wait! 
An arrow is in the heart of Death, 

A God is at the doors of Fate ! 
The spirit that moved upon the Deep 

Is moving through the minds of men: 
The nations feel it in their sleep, 

A change has touched their dreams again. 

Voices, confused, and faint, arise. 

Troubling their hearts from East and West. 
A doubtful light is in their skies, 

A gleam that will not let them rest: - 
The dawn, the dawn is on the wing, 

The stir of change on every side, 
Unsignalled as the approach of Spring, 

Invincible as the hawthorn-tide. 

Have ye not heard it, far and nigh. 
The voice of France across the dark, 

And all the Atlantic with one cry 
Beating the shores of Europe? — hark! 



144 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Then — if ye will — uplift your word 

Of cynic wisdom! Once again 
Tell us He came to bring a sword, 

Tell us He lived and died in vain. 

Say that we dream ! Our dreams have woven 

Truths that out-face the burning sun: 
The lightnings, that we dreamed, have cloven 

Time, space, and linked all lands in one ! 
Dreams! But their swift celestial fingers 

Have knit the world with threads of steel, 
Till no remotest island lingers 

Beyond the world's one Commonweal. 

Tell us that custom, sloth, and fear 

Are strong, then name them "common-sense"! 
Tell us that greed rules everywhere, 

Then dub the lie " experience " : 
Year after year, age after age, 

Has handed down, thro' fool and child, 
For earth's divinest heritage 

The dreams whereon old wisdom smiled. 

Dreams are they? But ye cannot stay them, 

Or thrust the dawn back for one hour! 
Truth, Love, and Justice, if ye slay them, 

Return with more than earthly power: 
Strive, if ye will, to seal the fountains 

That send the Spring thro' leaf and spray: 
Drive back the sun from the Eastern mountains, 

Then — bid this mightier movement stay. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 145 

It is the Dawn of Peace ! The nations 

From East to West have heard a cry, — 
" Though all earth's blood-red generations 

By hate and slaughter climbed thus high, 
Here — on this height — still to aspire, 

One only path remains untrod, 
One path of love and peace climbs higher! 

Make straight that highway for our God! " 



ARMAGEDDON 

A War Song of the Future 
Sir Edwin Arnold 

Marching down to Armageddon — ■ 

Brothers, stout and strong! 
Let us cheer the way we tread on 

With a soldier's song! 
Faint we by the weary road, 

Or fall we in the rout. 
Dirge or Paean, Death or Triumph ! — 

Let the song ring out ! 

We are they who scorn the scorners — 

Love the lovers — hate 
None within the world's four comers - 

All must share one fate ; 
We are they whose common banner 

Bears no badge nor sign, 
Save the Light which dyes it white ■— 

The Hope that makes it shine. 



14G PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

We are they whose bugle rings, 

That all the wars may cease; 
We are they will pay the Kings 

Their cruel price for Peace; 
We are they whose steadfast watchword 

Is what Christ did teach, — 
" Each man for his Brotlicr first — 

And Heaven, then, for each." 

We are they who will not falter — 

Many swords or few — 
Till we make this Earth the altar 

Of a worship new; 
We are they who will not take 

From palace, priest, or code, 
A meajicr law than " Brotherhood " — 

A lower Lord than God. 



Marching down to Armageddon - 

Brothers, stout and strong! 
Ask not why the way we tread on 

Is so rough and long! 
God will tell us when our spirits 

Grow to grasp His plan ! 
Let us do our part to-day — 

And help Him, helphig Man ! 



Shall we even curse the madness, 
Which for " ends of State " 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 147 

Dooms us to the long, long sadness 

Of this human hate? 
Let us slay in perfect pity 

Those that must not live; 
Vancjuish, and forgive our foes — ' 

Or fall — and still forgive ! 

We are those whose unpaid legions, 

In free ranks arrayed, 
Massacred in many r(5gions — 

Never oncn; w(!re stayed ; 
We are they whose; torn battalions, 

Trained to l)](>,ed, not fly, 
Make our agonies a triumph, — 

Conquer, while we die! 

Therefore, down to Armageddon — 

Brothers, bold and strong; 
Cheer the glorious way we tread on 

With this soldier's song! 
Let the armies of the old flags 

March in silent dread! 
Death and Life are one to us, 

Who fight for Quick and Dead I 



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MIDNIGHT — THE 31st OF DECEMBER 
1900 

Extracts 

Stephen Phillips 

Lo! now on the midnight the soul of the century- 
passing, 
And on midnight the voice of the Lord! 



" In the years that shall be I will bind me nation to 
nation 
And shore unto shore," saith our God. 
" For this cause I will make of your warfare a terrible 
thing, 
A thing impossible, vain ; 
For a man shall set his hand to a handle and wither 

Invisible armies and fleets, 
And a lonely man with a breath shall exterminate 
armies, 
With a whisper annihilate fleets; 
And the captain shall sit in his chamber and level a 
city, 
The far-off capital city. 
Then the Tsar that dreameth in snow and broodeth in 
winter. 
That foiled dreamer in frost. 
And the Teuton Emperor then, and the Gaul and the 
Briton 
Shall cease from impossible war, 



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Discarding their glittering legions, armadas of iron, 

As children toys that are old. 
As a man hath been brought, I will bring unto judg- 
ment a nation ; 
Nor shall numbers be pleaded for sin. 
And that people to whom I gave in commission the 
ocean 
To use my waters for right, 
Let them look to the inward things, to the searching of 
spirit, 
And cease from boasting and noise. 
Then nation shall cleave unto nation, and Babel shall 
fall: 
They shall speak in a common tongue, 
And the soul of the Gaul shall leap to the soul of the 
Briton 
Through all disguises and shows; 
And soul shall speak unto soul — I weary of tongues, 

I weary of babble and strife. 
Lo ! I am the bonder and knitter together of spirits, 
I dispense with nations and shores. 



" Lo ! I am the burster of bonds and the breaker of bar- 
riers — 

I am He that shall free," saith the Lord. 
" For the lingering battle, the contest of ages is ending. 

And victory followeth Me." 



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THE GLORIOUS FOURTH 
Julia Ward Howe 

Unfurl the flag, ye veterans all, 
Respond to the familiar call ! 
Let Drum and Fife awakened be 
For Freedom's glorious Reveille! 

The gathering crowds with haste obey 
The joyful summons of the day. 
The cannon's rhythmic boom resounds, 
The snapping fire toy goes its rounds. 

Above the noise, above the sport, 
Shall Justice hold her sober court: 
" You, people whom this day set free, 
What shall you do for liberty? " 

Our friendly harbors open stand, 
To hail the ships of every land. 
The fainting exile at our door 
Finds cheer and welcome evermore. 

With the great boon that we have gained 
A holy promise is enchained. 
Not for ourselves alone we fought, 
But for a wide deliverance wrought. 

Freedom is in the dauntless heart, 
The will t' enact a noble part. 
The faith that reads with reverent eyes 
A message writ beyond the skies. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 151 

While yet on earth one Tyrant wields 
The scourge that strips the fertile fields, 
While one his iron rule doth fling 
O'er men who call their conscience King, 
While Right from armed Might must flee, 
We are not free, we are not free. 

Where sets the Autocrat his seal, 
And starving hinds his prowess feel, 
Where bleeds the Christian for his cross, 
There do we suffer pain and loss. 

As in one temple let us kneel 
To pray for every nation's weal; 
Then speed the messengers of peace 
To cry : " The reign of blood must cease." 



THE PRAYER FOR PEACE 

Alfred Notes 

" Unless public opinion can rise to the height of dis- 
cussing the substitution of law for force as a great 
world-movement, the American arbitration proposals 

cannot be carried out." 

Sir Edward Grey. 

Dare we — though our hope deferred 

Left us faithless long ago — 
Dare we let our hearts be stirred. 

Lift them to the light and know, 
Cast away our cynic shields, 



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Break the sword that Mockery wields, 
Know that Truth indeed prevails, 
And that Justice holds the scales? 

Britain, kneel! 
Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! 

Dare we know that this great hour. 
Dawning on thy long renown, 

Marks the purpose of thy power. 
Crowns thee with a mightier crown, 

Know that to this purpose climb 

All the blood-red wars of Time? 

If indeed thou hast a goal 

Beaconing to thy warrior soul, 
Britain, kneel! 

Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! 

Dare we know what every age 
Writes with an unerring hand. 

Read the midnight's moving page, 
Read the stars and understand, — 

Out of Chaos ye shall draw 

Linked harmonies of Law, 

Till around the Eternal Sun 

All your peoples move in one? 
Britain, kneel! 

Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! 

Dare we know that wearied eyes 
Dimmed with dust of every day 

Can, once more, desire the skies 
And the glorious upward way? 



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Dare we, if the Truth should still 
Vex with doubt our alien will, 
Take it to our Maker's throne, 
Let him speak with us alone? 

Britain, kneel! 
Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! 

Dare we cast our pride away? 

Dare we tread where Lincoln trod? 
All the Future, by this day, 

Waits to judge us and our God! 
Set the struggling peoples free! 
Crown with Law their Liberty! 
Proud with an iminortal pride, 
Kneel we at our Sister's side! 

Britain, kneel! 
Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! 



SONNETS WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914 
George Edward Woodberry 

I pray for peace ; yet peace is but a prayer. 

How many wars have been in my brief years! 

All races and all faiths, both hemispheres, 
My eyes have seen embattled everywhere 
The wide earth through ; yet do I not despair 

Of peace, that slowly through far ages nears, 

Though not to me the golden morn appears; 
My faith is perfect in time's issue fair. 



154 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

For man doth build on an eternal scale, 
And his ideals are framed of hope deferred ; 

The millennium came not; yet Christ did not fail, 
Though ever unaccomplished is His word ; 

Him Prince of Peace, though unenthroned, we hail, 
Supreme when in all bosoms He be heard. 

This is my faith, and my mind's heritage. 
Wherein I toil, though in a lonely place. 
Who yet world-wide survey the human race 

Unequal from wild nature disengage 

Body and soul, and life's old strife assuage ; 
Still must abide, till heaven perfect its grace. 
And love grown wisdom sweeten in man's face, 

Alike the Christian and the heathen rage. 

The tutelary genius of mankind 

Ripens by slow degrees the final State, 

That in the soul shall its foundations find 
And only in victorious love grow great ; 

Patient the heart must be, humble the mind. 
That doth the greater births of time await! 

Whence not unmoved I see the nations form 
From Dover to the fountains of the Rhine, 
A hundred leagues, the scarlet battle-line, 

And by the Vistula great armies swarm, 

A vaster flood ; rather my breast grows warm. 
Seeing all peoples of the earth combine 
Under one standard, with one countersign, 

Grown brothers in the universal storm. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 156 

And never through the wide world yet there rang 
A mightier summons! O Thou who from the side 

Of Athens and the loins of Cajsar sprang, 

Strike, Europe, with half the coming world allied 

For those ideals for which, since Homer sang, 
The hosts of thirty centuries have died. 



THE PEACE-PIPE 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

On the mountains of the Prairie, 
On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, 
Gitche Manito, the mighty. 
He, the Master of Life, descending. 
On the red crags of the quarry 
Stood erect, and called the nations, 
Called the tribes of men together. 

From his footprints flowed a river. 
Leaped into the light of morning, 
O'er the precipice plunging downward 
Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet. 
And the Spirit, stooping earthward, 
With his finger on the meadow 
Traced a winding pathway for it. 
Saying to it, " Run in this way! " 

From the red stone of the quarry 
With his hand he broke a fragment. 
Moulded it into a pipe-head, 
Shaped and fashioned it with figures; 



156 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

From the margin of the river 
Took a long reed for a pipe-stem, 
With its dark green leaves upon it; 
Filled the pipe with bark of willow, 
With the bark of the red willow ; 
Breathed upon the neighboring forest, 
Made its great boughs chafe together, 
Till in flame they burst and kindled ; 
And erect upon the mountains, 
Gitche Manito, the mighty, 
Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe, 
As a signal to the nations. 

And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, 
Through the tranquil air of morning. 
First a single line of darkness, 
Then a denser, bluer vapor, 
Then a snow-white cloud unfolding. 
Like the tree-tops of the forest, 
Ever rising, rising, rising, 
Till it touched the top of heaven. 
Till it broke against the heaven. 
And rolled outward all around it. 

From the Vale of Tawasentha, 
From the Valley of Wyoming, 
From the groves of Tuscaloosa, 
From the far-off Rocky Mountains, 
From the Northern lakes and rivers 
All the tribes beheld the signal, 
Saw the distant smoke ascending, 
The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe. 

And the prophets of the nations 



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Said: "Behold it, the Pukwana! 
By this signal from afar off, 
Bending like a wand of willow 
Waving like a hand that beckons, 
Gitche Manito, the mighty. 
Calls the tribes of men together, 
Calls the warriors to his council! " 

Down the rivers, o'er the prairies, 
Came the warriors of the nations, 
Came the Delawares and Mohawks, 
Came the Choctaws and Camanches, 
Came the Shoshonies and Blackfeet, 
Came the Pawnees and Omahas, 
Came the Mandans and Dacotahs, 
Came the Hurons and Ojibways, 
All the warriors drawn together 
By the signal of the Peace-Pipe, 
To the mountains of the Prairie, 
To the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, 

And they stood there on the meadow, 
With their weapons and their war-gear, 
Painted like the leaves of Autumn, 
Painted like the sky of morning, 
Wildly glaring at each other; 
In their faces stem defiance, 
In their hearts the feuds of ages, 
The hereditary hatred. 
The ancestral thirst of vengeance. 

Gitche Manito, the mighty. 
The creator of the nations. 
Looked upon them with compassion, 



168 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

With paternal love and pity; 
Looked upon their wrath and wrangling 
But as quarrels among children, 
But as feuds and fights of children! 

Over them he stretched his right hand, 
To subdue their stubborn natures, 
To allay their thirst and fever. 
By the shadow of his right hand; 
Spake to them with voice majestic 
As the sound of far-off waters, 
Falling into deep abysses. 
Warning, chiding, spake in this wise: — 

" my children ! my poor children! 
Listen to the words of wisdom, 
Listen to the words of warning, 
From the lips of the Great Spirit, 
From the Master of Life, who made you! 

" I have given you lands to hunt in, 
I have given you streams to fish in, 
I have given you bear and bison, 
I have given you roe and reindeer, 
I have given you brant and beaver. 
Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl, 
Filled the rivers full of fishes ; 
Why then are you not contented? 
Why then will you hunt each other? 

" I am weary of your quarrels, 
Weary of your wars and bloodshed. 
Weary of your prayers for vengeance, 
Of your wranglings and dissensions; 
All your strength is in your union, 



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All your danger is in discord ; 
Therefore be at peace henceforward, 
And as brothers live together. 

" I will send a Prophet to you, 
A Deliverer of the nations. 
Who shall guide you and shall teach you, 
Who shall toil and suffer with you. 
If you listen to his counsels, 
You will multiply and prosper ; 
If his warnings pass unheeded, 
You will fade away and perish ! 

'' Bathe now in the stream before you, 
Wash the war-paint from your faces, 
Wash the blood-stains from your fingers. 
Bury your war-clubs and your weapons, 
Break the red stone from this quarry. 
Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes, 
Take the reeds that grow beside you, 
Deck them with your brightest feathers, 
Smoke the calumet together. 
And as brothers live henceforward! " 

Then upon the ground the warriors 
Threw their cloaks and shirts of deer-skin, 
Threw their weapons and their war-gear, 
Leaped into the rushing river. 
Washed the war-paint from their faces. 
Clear above them flowed the water, 
Clear and limpid from the footprints 
Of the Master of Life descending; 
Dark below them flowed the water. 
Soiled and stained with streaks of crimson, 



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As if blood were mingled with it ! 

From the river came the warriors, 
Clean and washed from all their war-paint ; 
On the banks their clubs they buried, 
Buried all their warlike weapons. 
Gitche Manito, the mighty, 
The great spirit, the creator, 
Smiled upon his helpless children! 

And in silence all the warriors 
Broke the red stone of the quarry, 
Smoothed and formed it into Peace-Pipes, 
Broke the long reeds by the river, 
Decked them with their brightest feathers, 
And departed each one homeward. 
While the Master of Life, ascending. 
Through the opening of cloud-curtains. 
Through the doorways of the heaven, 
Vanished from before their faces. 
In the smoke that rolled around him. 
The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe! 



TUBAL CAIN 

Charles Mackay 

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might 
In the days when earth was young ; 

By the fierce red light of his furnace bright. 
The strokes of his hammer rung: 

And he lifted high his brawny hand 
On the iron glowing clear, 



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Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, 
As he fashioned the sword and the spear. 

And he sang : " Hurrah for my handiwork ! 
Hurrah for the spear and the sword! 

Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well, 
For he shall be king and lord." 

To Tubal Cain came many a one, 

As he wrought by his roaring fire, 
And each one prayed for a strong steel blade 

As the crown of his desire : 
And he made them weapons sharp and strong, 

Till they shouted loud for glee, 
And gave him gifts of pearl and gold. 

And spoils of the forest free. 
And they sang: " Hurrah for Tubal Cain, 

Who hath given us strength anew ! 
Hurrah for the smith, hurrah for the fire, 

And hurrah for the metal true! " 



But a sudden change came o'er his heart, 

Ere the setting of the sun. 
And Tubal Cain was filled with pain 

For the evil he had done ; 
He saw that men, with rage and hate. 

Made war upon their kind. 
That the land was red with the blood they shed, 

In their lust for carnage blind. 
And he said : " Alas ! that ever I made, 

Or that sldll of mine should plan. 



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The spear and the sword for men whose joy 
Is to slay their fellow-man! " 



And for many a day old Tubal Cain 

Sat brooding o'er his woe ; 
And his hand forbore to smite the ore, 

And his furnace smouldered low. 
But he rose at last with a cheerful face, 

And a bright courageous eye, 
And bared his strong right arm for work, 

While the quick flames mounted high. 
And lie sang: " Hurrah for my handiwork! " 

And tlie red sparks lit the air; 
" Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made," 

And he fashioned the first ploughshare. 



And men, taught wisdom from the past, 

In friendship joined their hands, 
Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall, 

And ploughed the willing lands: 
And sang: " Hurrah for Tubal Cain! 

Our stanch good friend is he; 
And for the ploughshare and the plough 

To him our praise shall be. 
But while oppression lifts its head. 

Or a tyrant would be lord, 
Though we may thank him for the plough, 

We'll not forget the sword! " 



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THE TRUMPETS OF DOOLKARNEIN 
Leigh Hunt 

With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed 

The passes 'twixt the snow-fed Caspian fountains, 
Doolkarnein, the dread lord of East and West, 

Shut up the northern nations in their mountains ; 
And upon platforms where the oak-trees grew, 

Trumpets he set, huge beyond dreams of wonder, 
Craftily purposed, when his arms withdrew, 

To make him thought still housed there, like the 
thunder: 
And it so fell ; for when the winds blew right. 
They woke their trumpets to their calls of might. 

Unseen, but heard, their calls the trumpets blew, 

Ringing the granite rocks, tlieir only bearers, 
Till the long fear into religion grew, 

And nevermore those heights had human darers. 
Dreadful Doolkarnein was an earthly god ; 

His walls but shadowed forth his mightier frowning; 
Armies of giants at his bidding trod 

From realm to realm, king after king discrowning. 
When thunder spoke, or when the earthquake stirred. 
Then, muttering in accord, his host was heard. 

But when the winters marred the mountain shelves. 
And softer changes came with vernal mornings. 

Something had touched the trumpets' lofty selves, 
And less and less rang forth their sovereign warnings; 



164 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Fewer and feebler ; as when silence spreads 

In plague-struck tents, where haughty chiefs, left 
dying, 

Fail by degrees upon their angry beds, 

Till, one by one, ceases the last stern sighing. 

One by one, thus, their breath the trumpets drew, 

Till now no more the imperious music blew. 

Is he then dead? Can great Doolkarnein die? 

Or can his endless hosts elsewhere be needed? 
Were the great breaths that blew his minstrelsy 

Phantoms, that faded as himself receded? 
Or is he angered? Surely he still comes; 

This silence ushers the dread visitation ; 
Sudden will burst the torrent of his drums. 

And then will follow bloody desolation. 
So did fear dream; though now, with not a sound 
To scare good hope, summer had twice crept round. 

Then gathered in a band, with lifted eyes. 

The neighbors, and those silent heights ascended. 
Giant, nor aught blasting their bold emprise. 

They met, though twice they halted, breath sus- 
pended ; 
Once, at a coming like a god's in rage 

With thunderous leaps — but 'twas the piled snow, 
falling ; — 
And once, when in the woods, an oak, for age, 

Fell dead, the silence with its groan appalling. 
At last they came where still, in dread array. 
As though they still might speak, the trumpets lay. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 166 

Unhurt they lay, like caverns above ground, 

The rifted rocks, for hands, about them clinging, 
Their tubes as straight, their mighty mouths as round 

And firm, as when the rocks were first set ringing. 
Fresh from their unimaginable mould 

They might have seemed, save that the storms had 
stained them 
With a rich rust, that now, with gloomy gold 

In the bright sunshine, beauteously engrained them. 
Breathless the gazers looked, nigh faint for awe. 
Then leaped, then laughed. What was it now they saw? 

Myriads of birds. Myriads of birds, that filled 

The trumpets all with nests and nestling voices! 
The great, huge, stormy music had been stilled 

By the soft needs that nursed those small, sweet 
noises ! 
O thou Doolkarnein, where is now thy wall? 

Where now thy voice divine and all thy forces? 
Great was thy cunning, but its wit was small 

Compared with nature's least and gentlest courses. 
Fears and false creeds may fright the realms awhile; 
But Heaven and Earth abide their time, and smile. 

THE TREATY ELM 
Thomas Buchanan Read 

Ere to the honored patriot's mansion yonder 
These charmed and emblematic relics ^ pass, 

^ A piece of Penn's " Treaty Elm." with some other relics, was 
presented to President Lincoln and this poem was written to accom- 
pany them. 



166 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Upon the sacred fragments let me ponder, 
While Fancy, to the admiring eye of Wonder, 
Withdraws the veil, as in a magian's glass. 

I see the " Treaty Elm," and hear the rustle 

Of autumn leaves, where come the dusky troops, 
In painted robes and plumes, to crowd and jostle, — 
A savage scene, save that the peace-apostle 

Stands central, and controls the untamed groups. 

These are the boughs the forest eagle lit on. 

Long ere he perched upon our nation's banner; 
Beneath their shade I see the gentle Briton, 
And hear the contract, binding, though unwritten, 
And worded in the plain old scriptural manner. 

Across the Delaware the sound comes faintly, ' 

And fainter still across the tide of Time, 
Though history yet repeats the language quaintly 
That from lips of Penn, the calm and saintly, 
Speaking of love, the only true sublime. 

This is his mission, and his sole vocation; 

To hear of this, the savage round him presses; 
How sweetly falls the beautiful oration 
Which bids them hear the marvelous revelation 

Of Christian peace through all their wildernesses! 

Not to defraud them of their broad possessions 
He comes, or to control their eagle pinions. 
But to pledge friendship and its sweet relations, 
Truth and forbearance, gentleness and patience, 
To all the people of their wild dominions. 



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" We meet," he said, " upon the open highway 

Of broad good will, and honest faith and duty; 
Let love fraternal brighten every by-way, 
And peace inviolate be thy way as my way. 
Till all the forest blossoms with new beauty." 

So spake their friend, and they revered his teaching; 

They said, " We will be true to thee and thine." 
And through long seasons toward their future reaching 
No act was shown their plighted faith impeaching — 

Marring the compact, loving and divine. 

thou, like noble Penn, who truth adorest, 

A priest at her great shrine in Freedom's temple, 
While o'er this gift in thoughtful mood thou porest, 
Point to the faithful children of the forest, 
And bid the nations learn from their example. 

THE CHRIST OF THE ANDES 

Nevin 0. Winter 

[On the summit of the mountains and about thir- 
teen thousand feet above sea-level] stands the famous 
statue known as the Christ of the Andes. This statue 
was erected in 1904 as a symbol of perpetual peace 
between the two neighboring nations. It was cast in 
bronze from the cannon of the two nations, which had 
been purchased through fear of impending war. Its 
location is on the new international boundary line that 
has just been established by arbitration. Near it is a 
sign with the words " Chile " on one side, and " Argen- 
tina " on the other side. 



168 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The figure of Christ is twenty-six feet in height. In 
one hand it holds the emblem of the cross, while the 
other is extended in a blessing, and as if uttering the 
one magic word " Peace." On one side is a tablet with 
the inscription : " Sooner shall these mountains crumble 
into dust than the people of Argentina and Chile break 
the peace to which they have pledged themselves at 
the feet of Christ the Redeemer." On another side ia 
the inscription : — 

" He is our Peace 
Who hath made both One." 



THE VISION OF PEACE 

Extract from Onward 
Nathan Haskell Dole 

0, beautiful Vision of Peace, 

Beam bright in the eyes of Man! 
The host of the meek shall increase, 

The Prophets are leading the van. 
Have courage : we see the Morn ! 

Never Fear, tho' the Now be dark! 
Out of Night the Day is born ; 

The Fire shall live from the spark. 
It may take a thousand years 

Ere the Era of Peace hold sway, 
Look back and the Progress cheers 

And a thousand years are a day ! 




The Christ of the Anuks. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 169 

The World grows — yet not by chance; 

It follows some marvelous plan; 
The' slow to our wish the advance, 

God rules the training of Man. 



A VLSTA 

John Addinoton Symonds 

Sad heart, wluit will the future bring 
To happier men when we are gone? 

What golden days shall dawn for tlicm, 
Transcending all we gaze upon? 

Will our long strife be laid at rest, 
The warfare of our blind (l(»sires 

Be merged in a iKMpciual |)ea(!e, 
And love illume but harndess fires? 



Shall faith released from forms that chain 
And freeze the spirit while we pray, 

Expect with calm and ardent (\yes 
The morning of death's brighter day? 

These thnigs shall be! A loftiei- race 
Than e'er the world hath known shall rise, 

With flame of freedom in their souls 
And light of science hi their eyes. 



170 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

They shall be gentle, brave, and strong, 
To spill no drop of blood, but dare 

All that may plant man's lordship firm 
On earth and fire and sea and air. 



Nation with nation, land with land, 
Unarmed shall live, as comrades free; 

In every heart and brain shall throb 
The pulse of one fraternity. 

They shall be simple in their homes, 
And splendid in their public ways. 

Filling the mansions of the state 

With music and with hymns of praise. 

In aisles majestic, halls of pride, 

Groves, gardens, baths, and galleries, 

Manhood and youth and age shall meet 
To grow by converse inly wise. 

Woman shall be man's mate and peer 
In all things strong and fair and good, 

Still wearing on her brows the crown 
Of sinless sacred motherhood. 

High friendship, hitherto unknown, 
Or by great poets half divined. 

Shall burn, a steadfast star, within 
The cahn clear ether of the mind. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 171 

Man shall love man with heart as pure 
And fervent as the young-eyed joys 

Who chant their heavenly songs before 
God's face with undiscordant noise. 

New arts shall bloom, of loftier mould, 
And mightier music thrill the skies; 

And every life shall be a song, 
When all the earth is paradise. 

There shall be no more sin, no shame, 
Though pain and passion may not die; 

For man shall be at one with God 
In bonds of firm necessity. 

These things — they are no dream — shall be 
For happier men when we are gone: 

Those golden days for them shall dawn, 
Transcending aught we gaze upon. 

PEACE ON EARTH 

Samuel Longfellow 

Peace, peace on earth ! the heart of man for ever 
Through all these weary strifes foretells the day; 

Blessed be God, the hope forsakes him never. 
That war shall end and swords be sheathed for aye. 

Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other, 
Hosts shall go forth to bless and not destroy; 

For man shall see in every man a brother, 
And peace on earth fulfil the angels' joy. 



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THE ANGELS' SONG 
Edmund Hamilton Sears 

It came upon the midnight clear, 

That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth 

To touch their harps of gold ; 
" Peace on the earth, good-will to men, 

From Heaven's all-gracious King! " 
The world in solemn stillness lay 

To hear the angels sing. 

Still through the cloven skies they come, 

With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
And still their heavenly music floats 

O'er all the weary world; 
Above its sad and lowly plains 

They bend on hovering wing, 
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds 

The blessed angels sing. 

Yet with the woes of sin and strife, 

The world has suffered long; 
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 

Two thousand years of wrong; 
And man, at war with man, hears not 

The love-song which they bring: 
0, hush the noise, ye men of strife, 

And hear the angels sing! 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 173 

And yc, beneath life's crushing load, 

Whose forms are bending low; 
Who toil along the climbing way, 

With painful steps and slow,— 
Look now! for glad and golden hours 

Come swiftly on the wing; 
O, rest beside the weary road, 

And hear the angels sing. 

For lo! the days are hastening on, 

By prophet-bards foretold, 
When with the ever-circling years 

Comes round the age of gold; 
When Peace shall over all the earth 

Its ancient splendors fling, 
And the whole world send back the song 

Which now the angels sing. 

INTERNATIONAL ODE 

Sung by school children to the air of " God Save the 

Queen," at the visit of the Prince of Wales to 

Boston, October 18, 1S60 

Oliver Wendell Holmes 

God bless our Fathers' Land! 
Keep her in heart and hand 

One with our own ! 
From all her foes defend, 
Be her brave people's Friend, 
On all her realms descend. 

Protect her Throne! 



174 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Father, with loving care 
Guard Thou her kingdom's heir, 

Guide all his ways: 
Thine arm his shelter be, 
From him by land and sea 
Bid storm and danger flee, 

Prolong his days! 

Lord, let War's tempest cease, 
Fold the whole Earth in peace 

Under thy wings! 
Make all thy nations one, 
All hearts beneath the sun. 
Till Thou shalt reign alone, 

Great King of kings ! 



CENTENNIAL HYMN 

John Greenleaf Whittier 

Our fathers' God! from out whose hand 
The centuries fall like grains of sand, 
We meet to-day, united, free, 
And loyal to our land and Thee, 
To thank Thee for the era done. 
And trust Thee for the opening one. 

Here, where of old by Thy design, 
The fathers spake that word of Thine 
Whose echo is the glad refrain 



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Of rended bolt and falling chain, 
To grace our festal time, from all 
The zones of earth our guests we call. 

Be with us while the New World greets 
The Old World thronging all its streets, 
Unveiling all the triumphs won 
By art or toil beneath the sun ; 
And unto common good ordain 
This rivalship of hand and brain. 

Thou, who hast here in concord furled 
The war flags of a gathered world, 
Beneath our Western skies fulfil 
The Orient's mission of good-will. 
And, freighted with love's Golden Fleece, 
Send back its Argonauts of peace. 

For art and labor met in truce, 
For beauty made the bride of use, 
We thank Thee; but, withal, we crave 
The austere virtues strong to save, 
The honor proof to place or gold, 
The manhood never bought nor sold ! 

Oh make Thou us, through centuries long, 
In peace secure, in justice strong; 
Around our gift of freedom draw 
The safeguards of thy righteous law: 
And, cast in some diviner mould. 
Let the new cycle shame the old! 



176 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

A HYMN OF PEACE 

Sung at the " Jubilee," June 15, 1S69, to the music of 
Keller's "American Hymn" 

Oliver Wendell Holmes 

Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! 

Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love! 
Come while our voices are blended in song, — 

Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove! 
Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove, — 

Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song, 
Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love, — 

Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long! 

Joyous we meet, on this altar of thine 

Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee. 
Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine, 

Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea, — 
Meadow and mountain and forest and sea! 

Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine, 
Sweeter the incense we offer to thee. 

Brothers, once more round this altar of thine! 

Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain ! 

Hark! a new birth-song is filling the sky! — 
Loud as the storm-wind that tumbles the main 

Bid the full breath of the organ reply, — 
Let the loud tempest of voices reply, — 

Roll its long surge like the earth-shaking main! 
Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky ! — 

Angels of Bethlehem, echo the strain ! 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 177 

FESTIVAL HYMN 
Dudley Buck 

PEACE ! on thine upsoaring pinion, 

Thro' the world thine onward flight taking, 
Teach the nations, their turmoil forsaking, 

To seek thine eternal dominion. 

From the Infinite Father descending, 
O come with thine influence tender; 
And show us how duly to render 

To Him our glad praise never ending. 

Music ! thy source, too, is holy, 

Thro' thy pow'r ev'ry heart now uniting, 
With thy magic each true soul delighting. 

Blessed bond 'twixt the high and the lowly, 

Thro' thee the great Father adoring, 
Thy language is known to each nation. 
Thro' thee the vast Hymn of Creation, 

From tongues without number outpouring. 

Music! Peace! 
Happy blending of voices and hearts, 
Of voices and hearts in sweet lays: 
In this union, to God's holy praise. 
Ever thus your pure influence lending. 

Jehovah! thou Sov'reign of nations! 

Sweet Peace to our land Thou hast granted; 
Be Thy praises eternally chanted, 
In Music forevermore! 



178 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Jehovah ! thou Sov'reign of nations ! 

Sweet Peace to our land Thou hast granted; 
Be Thy praises eternally chanted, 
In Music forevermore, 
Aye! forevermore, aye, forevermore, 
In Music forevermore. 

Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen! 



HEAR, YE NATIONS 

Written for the Second National Peace Congress 
Chicago, May, 1909 

Frederick L. Hosmer 

Hear, hear, ye Nations, and hearing obey 

The cry from the past and the call of to-day! 

Earth wearies and wastes with her fresh life outpoured, 

The glut of the cannon, the spoil of the sword. 



Lo, dawns the new era, transcending the old, 
The poet's rapt vision, by prophet foretold! 
From war's grim tradition it maketh appeal, 
To service of all in a world's commonweal. 



Home, altar and school, the mill and the mart, 
The workers afield, in science, in art. 
Peace-circled and sheltered, shall join to create 
The manifold life of the firm-builded State. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 179 

Then, then shall the empire of right over wrong, 
Be shield to the weak and a curb to the strong; 
Then justice prevail and, the battle flags furled, 
The High Court of Nations give law to the world. 

And thou, my Country, from many made one, 
Last-born of the nations, at morning thy sun. 
Arise to the place thou art given to fill, 
And lead the world-triumph of peace and good-will. 



OUR COUNTRY 
Frederick L. Hosmer 

" BEAUTIFUL, my Country ! " 

Be thine a nobler care. 
Than all thy wealth of commerce, 

Thy harvests waving fair: 
Be it thy pride to lift up 

The manhood of the poor; 
Be thou to the oppressed 

Fair Freedom's open door! 

For thee our fathers suffered, 

For thee they toiled and prayed; 
Upon thy holy altar 

Their willing lives they laid. 
Thou hast no common birthright. 

Grand memories on thee shine; 
The blood of pilgrim nations 

Commingled, flows in thine. 



180 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Beautiful, our Country! 

Round thee in love we draw: 
Thine is the grace of Freedom, 

The majesty of Law. 
Be Righteousness thy sceptre, 

Justice thy diadem; 
And on thy shining forehead 

Be Peace the crowning gem! 



GOD, THE ALI^TERRIBLE 
H. F. Chorley 

God, the All- terrible ! King, who ordainest 

Great winds Thy clarions, the lightnings Thy sword ; 

Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou reignest ; 
Give to us peace in our time, Lord. 

God, the All-merciful! earth hath forsaken 
Thy ways of blessedness, slighted Thy word ; 

Bid not Thy wrath in its terrors awaken ; 
Give to us peace in our time, Lord. 

God, the All-righteous One ! man hath defied Thee : 

Yet to eternity standeth Thy word ; 
Falsehood and wrong shall not tarry beside Thee: 

Give to us peace in our time, Lord. 

God, the All-pitiful ! is it not crying — 

Blood of the guiltless, like water outpoured? 

Look on the anguish, the sorrow, the sighing; 
Give to us peace in our time, Lord. 



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God, the All-wise! by the fire of Thy chastening, 
Earth shall to freedom and truth be restored; 

Through the thick darkness Thy kingdom is hastening, 
Thou wilt give peace in Thy time, Lord. 



FOR THE GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT 

Edward Rowland Sill 

Send down thy truth, God! 
Too long the shadows frown ; 
Too long the darkened way we've trod: 
Thy truth, Lord, send down! 



Send down thy Spirit free, 
Till wilderness and town 
One temple for thy worship be : 
Thy Spirit, oh, send down! 



Send down thy love, thy life. 
Our lesser lives to crown, 
And cleanse them of their hate and strife: 
Thy living love send down ! 



Send down thy peace, Lord ! 
Earth's bitter voices drown 
In one deep ocean of accord : 
Thy peace, God, send down ! 



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THE PATRIOT HYMN 

From The Building of the Organ 

Nathan Haskell Dole 

Oh, Country, fair and grand, 
Our glorious Fatherland, 

Superb, star-crowned — 
By Freedom's breezes fanned, 
Firm in thy mountain band. 
That guard on every hand 

Thy sacred ground! 

Thy children come to-day 
A wreath of love to lay 

Before thy feet. 
In festival array, 
With jocund hearts and gay, 
Our homage pure we pay; 

With song we meet! 

In War's hard Wilderness, 
With bitter storm and stress. 

We've tarried long. 
Now Peace thy sons shall bless! 
Freedom and Righteousness 

Shall make them strong! 

Strong in the cause of Right 
To aid the weak with might 
Born of the Truth; 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 183 

Strong as the hosts of Light 
Arrayed against the Night, 
To put all wrong to flight 
With zeal of Youth! 

We are thy Sword and Shield! 
To thee our all we yield 

At thy command. 
But when War's wounds are healed, 
In workshop and in field, 
Our love is best revealed, 

Dear Native Land! 



AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN 

Washington Allston 

All hail ! thou noble land, 

Our Fathers' native soil! 
Oh, stretch thy mighty hand, 

Gigantic grown by toil, 
O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! 
For thou with magic might 
Canst reach to where the light 
Of Phoebus travels bright 

The world o'er ! 

The Genius of our clime. 
From his pine-embattled steep. 

Shall hail the guest sublime ; 
While the Tritons of the deep 



184 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim. 
Then let the world combine — 
O'er the main our naval line 
Like tlie milky-way shall shine 
Bright in fame! 

Though ages long have past 

Sin(H^ our Fathers left their home, 
Their pilot in the blast, 

O'er untraveled seas to roam, 
Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! 
And shall we not proclaim 
That blood of honest fame 
Which no tyranny can tame 

By its chains? 

While the language free and bold 

Which the bard of Avon sung, 
In which our Milton told 

How the vault of heaven rung 
When Satan, blasted, fell with his host; — 
While this, with reverence meet, 
Ten thousand echoes greet. 
From rock to rock repeat 

Round our coast; — 

While the manners, while the arts, 

That mould a nation's soul, 
Still cling around our hearts, — 

Between let Ocean roll, 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 185 

Our joint communion breaking with the Sun: 
Yet still from either beach 
The voice of blood shall reach, 
More audible than speech, 
" We are One." 

AMERICA 

Sydney Dobell 

Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! Oh ye 
Who north or south, on cast or western land, 
Native to noble sounds, say truth for truth, 
Freedom for freedom, love for love, and God 
For God ; oh ye who in eternal youth 
Speak with a living and creative flood 
This universal English, and do stand 
Its breathing book ; live worthy of that grand 
Heroic utterance — parted, yet a whole, 
Far, yet unsevered — children brave and free 
Of the groat Mother-tongue, and ye shall be 
Lords of an empire wide as Shakespeare's soul. 
Sublime as Milton's immemorial theme, 
And rich as Chaucer's speech, and fair as Spenser's 
dream. 

TRIBUTE TO AMERICA 

Extract from The Revolt of Islam 
Percy Bysshe Shelley 

There is a people mighty in its youth, 
A land beyond the oceans of the west. 



186 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Where, though with rudest rites, Freedom and Truth 
Are worshipt. From a glorious mother's breast. 
Who, since high Athens fell, among the rest 

Sate like the Queen of Nations, but in woe. 
By inbred monsters outraged and opprest. 

Turns to her chainless child for succor now. 

It draws the milk of Power hi Wisdom's fullest flow. 



That land is like an eagle, whose young gaze 

Feeds on the noontide beam, whose golden plume 
Floats moveless on the storm, and on the blaze 

Of sunrise gleams when Earth is wrapt in gloom ; 

An epitaph of glory for thy tomb 
Of murdered Europe may thy fame be made. 

Great People! As the sands shalt thou become; 
Thy growth is swift as morn when night must fade; 
The multitudinous Earth shall sleep beneath thy shade. 



Yes, in the desert, there is built a home 
For Freedom ! Genius is made strong to rear 

The monuments of man beneath the dome 
Of a new Heaven ; myriads assemble there 
Whom the proud lords of man, in rage or fear, 

Drive from their wasted homes. The boon I pray 
Is this — that Cythna shall be convoyed there, — 

Nay, start not at the name — America! 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 187 

PEACE HYMN FOR ENGLAND AND AMERICA 

George Huntington 

Two empires by the sea, 
Two nations great and free, 

One anthem raise. 
One race of ancient fame, 
One tongue, one faith, we claim: 
One God, whose glorious name 

We love and praise. 

What deeds our fathers wrought, 
What battles we have fought. 

Let fame record. 
Now, vengeful passion cease, 
Come, victories of peace; 
Nor hate nor pride's caprice 

Unsheathe the sword. 

Though deep the sea, and wide, 
'Twixt realm and realm, its tide 

Binds strand and strand. 
So be the gulf between 
Gray coasts and islands green 
With bonds of peace serene 

And friendship spanned. 

Now, may the God above 
Guard the dear land we love, 
Both east and west. 



188 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Let love more fervent glow 
As peaceful ages go, 
And strength yet stronger grow, 
Blessing and blest. 



ENGLAND AND AMERICA 

Charles Sangster 

Greatest twain among the nations, 

Bound alike by kindred ties — 
Ties that never should be sundered 

While your banners grace the skies - 
But united, stand and labor. 

Side by side, and hand in hand, 
Battling with the sword of Freedom 

For the peace of every land. 
Yours the one beloved language. 

Yours the same religious creed. 
Yours the glory and the power, 

Great as ever was the meed 
Of old Rome, or Greece, or Sparta, 

When their arms victoriously 
Proved their terrible puissance 

Over every land and sea. 

Let the son respect the sire. 
Let the father love the son, 

Both unitedly supporting 

All the glories they have won: 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 189 

Thus in concert nobly wrestling, 

They may work the world's release, 
And when having crushed its tyrants, 

Stand the sentinels of Peace — 
Stand the mighty twin Colossus' 

Giants of the latter days, 
Straightening for the coming kingdom 

All the steep and rugged ways, 
Down which many a lofty nation — 

Lofty on the scroll of fame — 
Has been swept to righteous judgment, 

Naught remaining but its name. 

What! allied to Merrie England, 

Have ye not a noble birth? 
Yours, America, her honors, 

Yours her every deed of worth. 
Plave ye not her Norman courage? 

Wear ye not her Saxon cast? 
Boast ye not her love of Freedom? 

Do ye not revere the past 
When her mighty men of genius — 

Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Pope — 
Glorified that self-same language, 

Since become your pride and hope? 

There will come a time, my Brothers, 

And a dread time it will be, 
When your swords will flash together, 

For your faith in jeopardy. 



190 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

See that then ye fail not, Brothers! 

Set the listening skies aglow 
With such deeds as live in heaven, 

If your Faith be worth a blow. 

Proud, then, of each other's greatness, 

Ever struggle side by side; 
Noble Son ! time-honored Parent ! 

Let no paltry strife divide 
Hearts like yours, that should be mindful 

Only of each other's worth — 
Mindful of your high position 

'Mongst the powers of the earth. 
Mightiest twain among the nations! 

Bound alike by kindred ties — 
Ties that never should be sundered, 

While your banners grace the skies: 
Hearts and destinies once united. 

Steadfast to each other prove, 
Bind them with enduring fetters — 

Bind them with the Bonds of Love. 



A CHALLENGE TO AMERICA 
Mark Lemon 

Let us quarrel, American kinsmen. Let us plunge 
into war. We have been friends too long. We have too 
highly promoted each other's wealth and prosperity. 
We are too plethoric; we want depletion. To which 
end, let us cut one another's throats. Let us sink, burn. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 191 

kill, and destroy, with mutual energy ; sink each other's 
shipping, burn each other's arsenals, destroy each 
other's property at large. We will bombard your towns, 
and you shall bombard ours, if you can. Let us ruin 
each other's commerce as much as possible, — and that 
will be a considerable sum. Let our banks break, while 
we smite and slay one another; let our commercial 
houses smash right and left in the United States and 
the United Kingdom. Let us maim and mutilate one 
another; let us make of each other miserable objects, — 
cripples, halt, and blind, adapted for the town's end, 
to beg during life. 

Come, let us render the wives of each other widows, 
and the mothers childless, and cause them to weep 
rivers of tears, amounting to an important quantity of 
" water-privilege." The bowl of wrath, the devil's 
punch-bowl, filled high as possible, share we with one 
another. This, with shot and bayonets, will be good 
in your insides and in my inside, in the insides of all 
of us brethren. 

Oh, how good it is ! oh, how pleasant it is, for breth- 
ren to engage in internecine strife! What a glorious 
spectacle we Christian Anglo-Saxons, engaged in the 
work of mutual destruction, in the reciprocation of 
savage outrages, shall present to the despots and the 
fiends ! 

How many dollars will you spend? How many 
pounds sterling shall we? How much capital we shall 
sink on either side, on land as well as in the sea! How 
much we shall have to show for it in corpses and 
wooden legs! Never ask what other return we may 



192 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

expect for the investment. So, then, American kins- 
men, let us fight; let us murder and ruin each other. 
Let demagogues come hot from their conclave of evil 
spirits, " cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war," and 
do you be mad enough to be those mad dogs, and 
permit yourselves to be hounded upon us by them. 

TO AMERICA 

On a proposed alliance between two great nations 
Alfred Austin 

What is the voice I hear 

On the winds of the western sea? 
Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear 

And say what the voice may be. 

'Tis a proud free people calling loud to a people 
proud and free. 

And it says to them: " Kinsmen, hail; 

We severed have been too long. 
Now let us have done with a worn-out tale — 

The tale of ancient wrong — 

And our friendship last long as our love doth last, and 
be stronger than death is strong." 

Answer them, sons of the self-same race. 

And blood of the self-same clan ; 
Let us speak with each other face to face 

And answer as man to man, 

And loyally love and trust each other as none but free 
men can. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 193 

Now fling them out to the breeze, 

Shamrock, Thistle, and Rose, 
And the Star-Spangled Banner unfurl with these — 

A message to friends and foes 

Wherever the sails of peace are seen and wherever 
the war wind blows — 

A message to bond and thrall to wake. 

For whenever we come, we twain. 
The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake, 

And his menace be void and vain. 

For you are lords of a strong land and we are lords of 
the main. 

Yes, this is the voice of the bluff March gale; 

We severed have been too long. 
But now we have done with a worn-out tale — 

The tale of an ancient wrong — 

And our friendship shall last as love doth last and be 
stronger than death is strong. 



AMERICA TO ENGLAND 
George Edward Woodberry 

Mother of nations, of them eldest we, 

Well is it found, and happy for the state, 

When that which makes men proud first makes them 

great. 
And such our fortune is who sprang from thee, 
And brought to this new land from over sea 



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The faith that can with every household mate, 

And freedom whereof law is magistrate, 

And thoughts that make men brave, and leave them 

free. 
Mother of our faith, our law, our lore, 
What shall we answer thee if thou shouldst ask 
How this fair birthright doth in us increase? 
There is no home but Christ is at the door ; 
Freely our toiling millions choose life's task; 
Justice we love, and next to justice peace. 



BRITONS AND GUESTS 
Edith M. Thomas 

We fought you once — but that was long ago! 

We fought you once, O Briton hearts of oak; 

Away from you — from parent stock — we broke. 
Be glad we did! Because from every blow 
We hurled in that old day a force did grow 

That now shall stead you, level stroke by stroke — 

So Heaven help us, who but late awoke. 
The charge upon our common race to know! 

And we will stand with you, the world to save — 

To make it safe for Freedom (as we free have been). 
Have you not seen our mutual banners wave 
As one upon the wind — a sight most brave! . . . 
We once did fight you — ev'n as next of kin 
May cleave apart, at end to closer win ! 



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PRINCETON, MAY, 1917 
Alfred Noyes 

Here Freedom stood, by slaughtered friend and joe, 
And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died, 

Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow. 
Laid them, to wait that future, side by side. 

Lines for a monument to the American and British 
soldiers of the Revolutionary War who fell on the 
Princeton battlefield and were buried in one grave. 

Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine 

Through dogwood, red and white; 
And round the gray quadrangles, line by line, 

The windows fill with light, 
Where Princeton calls to Magdalen, tower to tower, 

Twin Ian thorns of the law ; 
And those cream-white magnolia boughs embower 

The halls of " Old Nassau." 

The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side 

Where redcoats used to pass ; 
And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died, 

And violets dusk the grass. 
By Stony Brook that ran so red of old. 

But sings of friendship now. 
To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold 

The green earth takes the plow. 



196 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Through this May night, if one great ghost should stray 

With deep remembering eyes, 
Where that old meadow of battle smiles away 

Its blood-stained memories, 
If Washington should walk, where friend and foe 

Sleep and forget the past. 
Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know 

Their hosts are joined at last. 

Be sure he walks, in shadowy bufif and blue, 

Where those dim lilacs wave. 
He bends his head to bless, as dreams come true, 

The promise of that grave ; 
Then, with a vaster hope than thought can scan. 

Touching his ancient sword, 
Prays for that mightier realm of God in man: 

" Hasten thy kingdom, Lord. 

" Land of new hope, land of the singing stars, 

Type of the world to be. 
The vision of a world set free from wars 

Takes life, takes form from thee; 
Where all the jarring nations of this earth, 

Beneath the all-blessing sun. 
Bring the new music of mankind to birth, 

And make the whole world one." 

And those old comrades rise around him there. 

Old foemen, side by side, 
With eyes like stars upon the brave night air. 

And young as when they died, 






V 



Courtesy of Princeton University . 

The Monument at Pkinceton. 




(iKoiiF AT Dedication of Monument. 
Captain (Joineliiis, ('aiiadian Army. 

President Hibben of Princeton University. 
Mr. M.Taylor Pyne. 

Captain de Fniirinestraux, French Army. 
Mr. Alfred Noyes. 



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To hear your bells, beautiful Princeton towers, 

Ring for the world's release. 
They see you, piercing like gray swords through flowers. 

And smile from hearts at peace. 

PATRIA 

Victor Hugo 

Who smiles there? Is it 
A stray spirit, 
Or woman fair? 

Sombre yet soft the brow 1 

Bow, nations, bow; 
O soul in air. 

Speak — what are thou? 

In grief the fair face seems — 

What means those sudden gleams? 

Our antique pride from dreams 

Starts up, and beams 

Its conquering glance, — 

To make our sad hearts dance. 

And wake in woods hushed long 

The wild bird's song. 

Angel of Day! 

Our Hope, Love, Stay, 

Thy countenance 

Lights land and sea 

Eternally, 
Thy name is France 

Or Verity. 



198 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Fair angel in thy glass 

When vile things move or pass, 

Clouds in the sky amass; 

Terrible, alas! 

Thy stern commands are then : 

" Form your battalions, men, 

The flag display!" 

And all obey. 

Angel of might 

Sent kings to smite. 

The words in dark skies glance, 
" Mene, Mene," hiss 
Bolts that never miss! 

Thy name is France, 
Or Nemesis. 

As halcyons in May, 

O nations, in his ray 

Float and bask for aye. 

Nor know decay ! 

One arm upraised to heaven 

Seals the past forgiven; 

One holds a sword 

To quell hell's horde, 

Angel of God! 

Thy wings stretch broad 

As heaven's expanse! 

To shield and free 

Humanity ! 
Thy name is France, 
Or Liberty! 



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VIVE LA FRANCE 

A sentiment offered at the dinner to H. I. H. the Prince 
Napoleon at the Revere House, September 25, 1861 

Oliver Wendell Holmes 

The land of sunshine and of song! 

Her name your hearts divine ; 
To her the banquet's vows belong 

Whose breasts have poured its wine; 
Our trusty friend, our true ally 

Through varied change and chance: 
So, fill your flashing goblets high, — 

I give you, Vive la France! 

Above our hosts in triple folds 

The selfsame colors spread, 
Where Valor's faithful arm upholds 

The blue, the white, the red ; 
Alike each nation's glittering crest 

Reflects the morning's glance, — 
Twin eagles, soaring east and west: 

Once more, then, Vive la France! 

Sister in trial! who shall count 

Thy generous friendship's claim, 
Whose blood ran mingling in the fount 

That gave our land its name. 
Till Yorktown saw in blended line 

Our conquering arms advance. 
And victory's double garlands twine 

Our banners? Vive la France! 



200 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

land of heroes ! in our need 

One gift from Heaven we crave 
To stanch these wounds that vainly bleed, 

The wise to lead the brave ! 
Call back one Captain of thy past 

From glory's marble trance, 
Whose name shall be a bugle-blast 

To rouse us! Vive la France! 

Pluck Conde's baton from the trench, 

Wake up stout Charles Martel, 
Or find some woman's hand to clench 

The sword of La Pucelle! 
Give us one hour of old Turenne, — 

One lift of Bayard's lance, — 
Nay, call Marengo's Chief again 

To lead us! Vive la France! 

Ah, hush! our welcome Guest shall hear 

But sounds of peace and joy; 
No angry echo vex thine ear. 

Fair Daughter of Savoy! 
Once more ! the land of arms and arts, 

Of glory, grace, romance; 
Her love lies warm in all our hearts: 

God bless her! Vive la France! 

THE BARTHOLDI STATUE 

John Greenleaf Whittier 

The land, that, from the rule of kings. 
In freeing us, itself made free, 



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Our Old World Sister, to us brings 
Her sculptured Dream of Liberty : 



Unlike the shapes on Egypt's sands 
Uplifted by the toil-worn slave, 

On Freedom's soil with freemen's hands 
We rear the symbol free hands gave. 



France, the beautiful ! to thee 
Once more a debt of love we owe; 

In peace beneath thy Colors Three, 
We hail a later Rochambeau! 



Rise, stately Symbol! holding forth 
Thy light and hope to all who sit 

In chains and darkness ! Belt the earth 
With watch-fires from thy torch uplit! 



Reveal the primal mandate still 
Which Chaos heard and ceased to be, 

Trace on mid-air th' Eternal Will 
In signs of fire: " Let man be Iree! " 



Shine far, shine free, a guiding light 
To Reason's ways and Virtue's aim, 

A lightning-flash the wretch to smite 
Who shields his license with thy name ! 



202 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

LILLE, LAON, AND ST. DIE 

JOi^N H. FiNLEY 
I 

Lille, Laon and St. Die! 
What memories, from far away, 
When happy France was wont to be 
Weaving her peaceful tapestry 
And singing by her clacking loom 
Amid her gardens all a-bloom — 
What memories, from far away, 
Of France's joyous yesterday 
Rise through the dimming mists of years, 
The smoke of battle and the tears 
Of those who daily look across 
The furrowed, crimsoned fields of loss. 
Ploughed all the trenched and barbed way, 
From Lille to Laon and St. Die. 



II 

Lille! 
Long, long ago I was in Lille ; — 
E'en then a veil did half conceal 
Her face, but not the fleecy rack 
Of clouds upon the shrieking track 
Of shell and shrapnel bearing death; 
It was the sweet sea-vapor's breath 
Encircling her as if in fear 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 203 

I'd see the living Tete de Cire 
And ne'er contented be elsewhere 
In this then peaceful world. 'Twas there 
They made for me a regal feast; 
But now we here who have the least 
Have more than they who had the most 
And played so gallantly the host. 
And so, as my own prayer is said : 
" Give us this day our daily bread," 
For those who hunger, too, I pray 
In Lille and Laon and St. Die. 

Ill 

Laon! 
I climbed to Laon above the plain 
Where now the Teuton battle-stain 
Colors the crag, to find the spot 
Where he was born who left his lot 
Of luxury to bear Christ's name 
And His meek gospel to proclaim 
To savages that fought with dart 
And tomahawk, but knew no art 
To match the red atrocity 
That now holds Laon, in blasphemy 
Of that same Father of us all. 
Would Pere Marquette would come and call 
These heathen to repentance ere 
The strafe and krieg and answ'ring guerre 
Shall make the whole wide world a hell ! — 
But if he cannot, we who dwell 
In this free land whose mightiest flood 



204 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

He found, will give our mingled blood 
To wash that brutish stain away 
From Lille and Laon and St. Die. 



IV 

And St. Die! 
Dear is this village of the Vosges 
List'ning afar the Marne's eloge, 
And to herself repeating o'er 
The word she whisp'ring spoke before 
All others in the world — a word 
That all the planet since has heard — 
"America! " Here was the spring 
Of our loved country's christening ; 
Here in this cloistered scholar's haunt 
Was our New World baptismal font 
Now scarred and blackened by the guns 
Of Europe's scientific Huns. 
America, from that same bowl 
Thou'lt be baptized anew in soul; 
But not by water, by the fire 
Of thine own sacrosanct desire 
For right, flashing in carmine spray 

From Lille to Laon and St. Die. 



Lille, Laon and St. Die! 
Our battle front, as theirs to-day 
Who fight for France, all unafraid 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 205 

Of death, weary but undismayed, 
To help push back the green-gray Une 
That it may never leave the Rhine 
Again to menace all the good 
Of long-dreamed human brotherhood. 
Here shall our France-befriended land 
Take now its sacrificial stand; 
Fight for a free humanity, 
Conquer this welt insanity 
And our great debt to France repay 
At Lille, and Loon and St. Die. 

THE NAME OF FRANCE^ 
Henry van Dyke 

Give us a name to fill the mind 
With the shining thoughts that lead mankind, 
The glory of learning, the joy of art, — 
A name that tells of a splendid part 
In the long, long toil and the strenuous fight 
Of the human race to win its way 
From the feudal darkness into the day 
Of Freedom, Brotherhood, Equal Right, — 
A name like a star, a name of light. 
I give you France! 

Give us a name to stir the blood 

With a warmer glow and a swifter flood, 

At the touch of a courage that knows not fear, — 

iFrom "The Red Flower"; copyright 1916, 1917, by Charles 
Scribner's Sons. By permission of the publishers. 



206 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

A name like the sountl of a trumpet, clear, 
And silver-sweet, and iron-strong, 
That calls three million men to their feet, 
Ready to march, and steady to meet 
The foes who threaten tliat name with wrong, - 
A name that rings like a battle-song. 
I give you France! 

Give us a name to move the heart 
With the strength that noble griefs impart, 
A name tliat speaks c^f the blood outpoured 
To save mankiml from the sway of the sword, - 
A name that calls on the world to share 
In the burden of sacrificial strife 
Where the cause at stake is the world's free life 
And the rule of the people everywhere, — 
A name like a vow. a name like a prayer. 
I give you France! 



THE CONDITIONS OF PEACE 

Part of address delivered at a joint session of the 
two Houses of Congress, January 8, 191S 

WooDuow Wilson 

It will be our wish and purpose that the processes of 
peace, when they are begun, shall be absolutely open 
and that they shall involve and permit henceforth no 
secret understandings of any kind. The day of conquest 
and aggrandizement is gone by; so is also tlie day of 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 207 

secret covenants entered into in the interest of particu- 
lar governments and likely at some unlooked-for mo- 
ment to upset the peace of the world. It is this happy- 
fact, now clear to the view of every public man whose 
thoughts do not still linger in an age that is dead and 
gone, which makes it possible for every nation whose 
purposes are consistent with justice and the peace of 
the world to avow now or at any other time the objects 
it has in view. 

We entered this war because violations of right had 
occurred which touched us to the (juick and made the 
life of our own people impossible unless they wcm'c cor- 
rected and the world secured once for all against their 
recurrence. What we demand in this war, therefore, is 
nothing peculiar to ourselves. It is that tlie world be 
made fit and safe to live in ; and particularly that it be 
made safe for every peace-loving nation which, like our 
own, wishes to live its own life, determine its own insti- 
tutions, be assured of justice and fair dealing by the 
other peoples of the world as against force and selfish 
aggression. All the peoples of the world are in effect 
partners in this interest, and for our own part we see 
very clearly that unless justice be done to others it will 
not be done to us. The program of the world's peace, 
therefore, is our program; and that program, the only 
possible program, as we see it, is this: 

I. Open covenants of peace, openly arrived at, after 
which there shall be no private international under- 
standings of any kind, but diplomacy shall proceed 
always frankly and in the public view. 

II. Absolute freedom of navigation upon the seas, 



208 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

outside territorial waters, alike in peace and in war, 
except as the seas may be closed in whole or in part by 
international action for the enforcement of interna- 
tional covenants. 

III. The removal, so far as possible, of all economic 
barriers and the establishment of an equality of trade 
conditions among all the nations consenting to the 
peace and associating themselves for its maintenance. 

IV. Adequate guarantees given and taken that na- 
tional armaments will be reduced to the lowest point 
consistent with domestic safety. 

V. A free, open-minded, and absolutely impartial 
adjustment of all colonial claims, based upon a strict 
observance of the principle that in determining all such 
questions of sovereignty the interests of the populations 
concerned must have equal weight with the equitable 
claims of the government whose title is to be deter- 
mined. 

VI. The evacuation of all Russian territory and such 
a settlement of all questions affecting Russia as will 
secure the best and freest cooperation of the other na- 
tions of the world in obtaining for her an unhampered 
and unembarrassed opportunity for the independent 
determination of her own political development and 
national policy and assure her of a sincere welcome into 
the society of free nations under institutions of her own 
choosing ; and, more than a welcome, assistance also of 
every kind that she may need and may herself desire. 
The treatment accorded Russia by her sister nations in 
the months to come will be the acid test of their good 
will, of their comprehension of her needs as distin- 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 209 

guished from their own interests, and of their inteUigent 
and unselfish sympathy. 

VII. Belgium, the whole world will agree, must be 
evacuated and restored, without any attempt to limit 
the sovereignty which she enjoys in common with all 
other free nations. No other single act will serve as this 
will serve to restore confidence among the nations in 
the laws which they have themselves set and deter- 
mined for the government of their relations with one 
another. Without this healing act the whole struc- 
ture and validity of international law is forever 
impaired. 

VIII. All French territory should be freed and the 
invaded portions restored, and the wrong done to 
France by Prussia in 1871 in the matter of Alsace-Lor- 
raine, which has unsettled the peace of the world for 
nearly fifty years, should be righted, in order that peace 
may once more be made secure in the interest of all. 

IX. A readjustment of the frontiers of Italy should 
be effected along clearly recognizable lines of nation- 
ality. 

X. The peoples of Austria-Hungary, whose place 
among the nations we wish to see safeguarded and 
assured, should be accorded the freest opportunity of 
autonomous development. 

XI. Rumania, Serbia, and Montenegro should be 
evacuated; occupied territories restored; Serbia ac- 
corded free and secure access to the sea; and the rela- 
tions of the several Balkan States to one another 
determined by friendly counsel along historically 
established lines of allegiance and nationality; and 



210 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

international guarantees of the political and economic 
independence and territorial integrity of the several 
Balkan States should be entered into. 

XII. The Turkish portions of the present Ottoman 
Empire should be assured a secure sovereignty, but the 
other nationalities which are now under Turkish rule 
should be assured an undoubted security of life and an 
absolutely unmolested opportunity of autonomous de- 
velopment, and the Dardanelles should be permanently 
opened as a free passage to the ships and commerce of 
all nations under international guarantees. 

XIII. An independent Polish state should be 
erected which should include the territories inhabited 
by indisputably Polish populations, which should be 
assured a free and secure access to the sea, and whose 
political and economic independence and territorial 
integrity should be guaranteed by international cove- 
nant. 

XIV. A general association of nations must be 
formed under specific covenants for the purpose of af- 
fording mutual guarantees of political intlependence 
and territorial integrity to great and small states alike. 

In regard to these essential rectifications of wrong 
and assertions of right we feel ourselves to be intimate 
partners of all the governments and peoples associated 
together against the Imperialists. Wc cannot be sepa- 
rated in interest, or divided in purpose. We stand to- 
gether until the end. 

For such arrangernents and covenants we are willing 
to fight and to continue to fight until they are achieved; 
but only because we wish the right to prevail and 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 211 

desire a just and stable peace such as can be secured 
only by removing the chief provocations to war, which 
this program does remove. We have no jealousy of 
German greatness, and there is nothing in this pro- 
gram that impairs it. We grudge her no achievement 
or distinction of learning or of pacific enterprise such 
as have made her record very bright and very enviable. 
We do not wish to injure her or to block in any way her 
legitimate influence or power. We do not wish to fight 
her either with arms or with hostile arrangements of 
trade if she is willing to associate herself with us and 
the other peace-loving nations of the world in covenants 
of justice and law and fair dealing. We wish her only 
to accept a place of equality among the peoples of the 
world, — the new world in which we now live, — instead 
of a place of mastery. 

Neither do we presume to suggest to her any altera- 
tion or modification of her institutions. But it is 
necessary, we must frankly say, and necessary as a pre- 
liminary to any intelligent dealings with her on our 
part, that we should know whom her spokesmen speak 
for when they speak to us, whether for the Reichstag 
majority or for the military party and the men whose 
creed is imperial domination. 

We have spoken now, surely, in terms too concrete to 
admit of any further doubt or question. An evident 
principle runs through the whole program I have out- 
lined. It is the principle of justice to all peoples and 
nationalities, and their right to live on equal terms of 
liberty and safety with one another, whether they be 
strong or weak. Unless this principle be made its foun- 



212 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

dation no part of the structure of international justice 
can stand. The people of the United States could act 
upon no other principle ; and to the vindication of this 
principle they are ready to devote their lives, their 
honor, and everything that they possess. The moral 
climax of this the culminating and final war for human 
liberty has come, and they are ready to put their own 
strength, their own highest purpose, their own integrity 
and devotion to the test. 



THE UNIVERSAL REPUBLIC 
Victor Hugo 

VISION of the coming time! 

When man has 'scaped the trackless slime 

And reached the desert spring; 
When sands are crossed, the sward invites 
The worn to rest 'mid rare delights 

And gratefully to sing. 

E'en now the eye that's leveled high, 
Though dimly, can the hope espy 

So solid soon, one day; 
For every chain must then be broke. 
And hatred none will dare evoke. 

And June shall scatter May. 

E'en now amid our misery 
The germ of Union many see, 
And through the hedge of thorn, 



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Like to a bee that dawn awakes, 
On, Progress strides o'er shattered stakes, 
With solemn scathing scorn. 

Behold the blackness shrink, and flee! 
Behold the world rise up so free 

Of coroneted things! 
Whilst o'er the distant youthful States, 
Like Amazonian bosom-plates, 

Spread Freedom's shielding wings. 

Ye, liberated lands, we hail! 

Your sails are whole despite the gale! 

Your masts are firm, and will not fail — 

The triumph follows pain ! 
Hear forges roar! the hammer clanks — 
It beats the time to nations' thanks — 

At last, a peaceful strain ! 

'Tis rust, not gore, that gnaws the guns. 
And shattered shells are but the runs 

Where warring insects cope; 
And all the headsman's racks and blades 
And pincers, tools of tyrants' aids, 

Are buried with the rope. 

Upon the skyline glows i' the dark 
The Sun that now is but a spark; 
But soon will be unfurled — 
The glorious banner of us all, 
The flag that rises ne'er to fall, 
Republic of the World! 



214 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 

Robert Bridges 

Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began 
To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day 
When first they challenged freemen to the fray, 

And with the Briton dared the American. 

Now are we pledged to win the Rights of man ; 
Labor and Justice now shall have their way, 
And in a League of Peace — God grant we may — 

Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan. 

Sure is our hope since he who led your nation 
Spake for mankind, and ye arose in awe 

Of that high call to work the world's salvation ; 
Clearing your minds of all estranging blindness 

In the vision of Beauty and the Spirit's law. 

Freedom and Honor and sweet Loving-kindness. 

THE WORLD PEACE 

Extract jrom Joan and Peter 

Herbert George Wells 

This League of Free Nations, of which all men are 
dreaming and talking, this World Republic, is the re- 
discovered outline, the proper teaching of all real edu- 
cation, the necessary outline now of human life. There 
is nothing else to do, nothing else that people of our 
sort can do at all, nothing but baseness, grossness, vile- 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 215 

ness, and slavery unless we live now as a part of that 
process of a world peace. Our lives have got to be 
political lives. All lives have to be made political lives. 
We can't run about loose any more. This idea of a 
world-wide commonwealth, this ideal of an everlasting 
world-peace in which we are to live and move and have 
our being, has to be built up in every school, in every 
mind, in every lesson. " You belong. You belong. And 
the world belongs to you." 

What ought one to teach when one teaches geog- 
raphy, for instance, but the common estate of mankind? 
Here, the teacher should say, are mountains and beauti- 
ful cities you may live to see. Here are plains where we 
might grow half the food of mankind! Here are the 
highways of our common life, and here are pleasant 
byways where you may go! All this is your inherit- 
ance. Your estate. To rejoice in — and serve. . . . 

Then what is history but a long struggle of men to 
find peace and safety, and how they have been pre- 
vented by baseness and greed and folly? Is that right? 
No, folly and baseness — and hate. Hate certainly. 
All history is one dramatic story of man blundering his 
way from the lonely ape to the world commonwealth. 
All history is each man's adventure. . . . 

What is the teaching of a language again but teaching 
the knowledge of another people — an exposition of the 
soul of another people — a work of union? But you 
see what I mean by all this: this idea of a great world 
of cooperating peoples; it is not just a diplomatic 
scheme, not something far off that Foreign Offices are 
doing ; it is an idea that must revolutionize the lessons 



216 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

of a child in the nursery and alter the maps upon every 
schoolroom wall. And frame our lives altogether. Or 
be nothing. The World Peace. To that we all belong. 
I have a fancy — as though this idea had been hovering 
over the world, unsubstantial, unable to exist — until 
all this blood-letting, this torment and disaster gave it 
a body. . . . 

We want universities all round and about the world, 
associated, working to a common end, drawing together 
all the best minds and the finest wills, a myriad of 
multi-colored threads, into one common web of a world 
civilization, 

A LEAGUE OF NATIONS 

Address in New York, September 27, 1918. 
WooDRow Wilson 

At every turn of the war we gain a fresh conscious- 
ness of what we mean to accomplish by it. When our 
hope and expectation are most excited we think more 
definitely than before of the issues that hang upon it 
and of the purposes which must be realized by means 
of it. For it has positive and well-defined purposes 
which we did not determine and which we cannot alter. 
No statesman or assembly created them; no statesman 
or assembly can alter them. They have arisen out of 
the very nature and circumstances of the war. The 
most that statesmen or assemblies can do is to carry 
them out or be false to them. They were perhaps not 
clear at the outset; but they are clear now. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 217 

The war has lasted more than four years and the 
whole world has been drawn into it. The common will 
of mankind has been substituted for the particular pur- 
poses of individual states. Individual statesmen may 
have started the conflict, but neither they nor their 
opponents can stop it as they please. It has become a 
peoples' war, and peoples of all sorts and races, of every 
degree of power and variety of fortune are involved in 
its sweeping processes of change and settlement. We 
came into it when its character had become fully de- 
fined and it was plain that no nation could stand apart 
or be indifferent to its outcome. Its challenge drove to 
the heart of everything we cared for and lived for. The 
voice of the war had become clear and gripped our 
hearts. Our brothers from many lands, as well as our 
own murdered dead under the sea, were calling to us, 
and we responded, fiercely and of course. 

The air was clear about us. We saw things in their 
full, convincing proportions as they were ; and we have 
seen them with steady eyes and unchanging compre- 
hension ever since. We accepted the issues of the war 
as facts, not as any group of men either here or else- 
where had defined them, and we can accept no outcome 
which does not squarely meet and settle them. Those 
issues are these: 

Shall the military power of any nation or group of 
nations be suffered to determine the fortunes of peoples 
over whom they have no right to rule except the right 
of force? 

Shall strong nations be free to wrong weak nations 
and make them subject to their purpose and interest? 



218 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Shall peoples be ruled and dominated, even in their 
own internal affairs, by arbitrary and irresponsible 
force or by their own will and choice? 

Shall there be a common standard of right and priv- 
ilege for all peoples and nations or shall the strong do 
as they will and the weak suffer without redress? 

Shall the assertion of right be haphazard and by cas- 
ual alliance or shall there be a common concert to 
oblige the observance of common rights? 

No man, no group of men, chose these to be the issues 
of the struggle. They are the issues of it; and they 
must be settled — by no arrangement or compromise or 
adjustment of interests, but definitely and once for all, 
and with a full and unequivocal acceptance of the prin- 
ciple that the interest of the weakest is as sacred as the 
interest of the strongest. 

This is what we mean when we speak of a permanent 
peace, if we speak sincerely, intelligently and with a 
real knowledge and comprehension of the matter we 
deal with. 

We are all agreed that there can be no peace obtained 
by any kind of bargain or compromise with the govern- 
ments of the Central Empires, because we have dealt 
with them already and have seen them deal with other 
governments that were parties to this struggle, at Brest- 
Litovsk and Bucharest. They have convinced us that 
they are without honor and do not intend justice. They 
observe no covenants, accept no principle but force and 
their own interest. We cannot " come to terms " with 
them. They have made it impossible. The German 
people must by this time be fully aware that we can- 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 219 

not accept the word of those who forced this war upon 
us. We do not think the same thoughts or speak the 
same language of agreement. 

It is of capital importance that we should also be 
explicitly agreed that no peace shall be obtained by any 
kind of compromise or abatement of the principles we 
have avowed as the principles for which we are fight- 
ing. There should exist no doubt about that. I am, 
therefore, going to take the liberty of speaking with the 
utmost frankness about the practical implications that 
are involved in it. 

If it be in deed and in truth the common object of 
the governments associated against Germany and of the 
nations whom they govern, as I believe it to be, to 
achieve by the coming settlements a secure and lasting 
peace, it will be necessary that all who sit down at the 
peace table shall come ready and willing to pay the 
price, the only price, that will procure it ; and ready and 
willing, also, to create in some virile fashion the only 
instrumentality by which it can be made certain that 
the agreements of the peace will be honored and 
fulfilled. 

That price is impartial justice in every item of the 
settlement, no matter whose interest is crossed; and 
not only impartial justice, but also the satisfaction of 
the several peoples whose fortunes are dealt with. That 
indispensable instrumentality is a League of Nations 
formed under covenants that will be efiicacious. With- 
out such an instrumentality, by which the peace of 
the world can be guaranteed, peace will rest in part 
upon the word of outlaws and only upon that word. 



220 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

For Germany will have to redeem her character, not 
by what happens at the peace table, but by what 
follows. 

And, as I see it, the constitution of that League of 
Nations and the clear definition of its objects must be a 
part, is in a sense the most essential part, of the peace 
settlement itself. It cannot be formed now. If formed 
now, it would be merely a new alliance confined to the 
nations associated against a common enemy. It is not 
likely that it could be formed after the settlement. It is 
necessary to guarantee the peace ; and the peace cannot 
be guaranteed as an afterthought. The reason, to speak 
in plain terms again, why it must be guaranteed is that 
there will be parties to the peace whose promises have 
proved untrustworthy, and means must be found in 
connection with the peace settlement itself to remove 
that source of insecurity. It would be folly to leave the 
guarantee to the subsequent voluntary action of the 
governments we have seen destroy Russia and deceive 
Rumania. 

But these general terms do not disclose the whole 
matter. Some details are needed to make them sound 
less like a thesis and more like a practical program. 
These, then, are some of the particulars, and I state 
them with the greater confidence because I can state 
them authoritatively as representing this government's 
interpretation of its own duty with regard to peace : 

First, the impartial justice meted out must involve 
no discrimination between those to whom we wish to 
be just and those to whom we do not wish to be just. 
It must be a justice that plays no favorites and knows 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 221 

no standard but the equal rights of the several peoples 
concerned. 

Second, no special or separate interest of any single 
nation or any group of nations can be made the basis of 
any part of the settlement which is not consistent with 
the common interest of all. 

Third, there can be no leagues or alliances or spe- 
cial covenants and understandings within the general 
and common family of the League of Nations. 

Fourth, and more specifically, there can be no special, 
selfish economic combinations within the league and no 
employment of any form of economic boycott or exclu- 
sion except as the power of economic penalty by exclu- 
sion from the markets of the world may be vested in 
the League of Nations itself as a means of discipline 
and control. 

Fifth, all international agreements and treaties of 
every kind must be made known in their entirety to the 
rest of the world. 

Special alliances and economic rivalries and hostili- 
ties have been the prolific source in the modern world 
of the plans and passions that produce war. It would 
be an insincere as well as an insecure peace that did not 
exclude them in definite and binding terms. 

The confidence with which I venture to speak for our 
people in these matters does not spring from our tradi- 
tions merely and the well-known principles of interna- 
tional action which we have always professed and 
followed. In the same sentence in which I say that the 
United States will enter into no special arrangements or 
understandings with particular nations let me say also 



222 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

that the United States is prepared to assume its full 
share of responsibility for the maintenance of the com- 
mon covenants and understandings upon which peace 
must henceforth rest. We still read Washington's im- 
mortal warning against " entangling alliances " with 
full comprehension and answering purpose. But only- 
special and limited alliances entangle; and we recog- 
nize and accept the duty of a new day in which we are 
permitted to hope for a general alliance which will 
avoid entanglements and clear the air of the world for 
common understandings and the maintenance of com- 
mon rights. . . . 

As I have said, neither I nor any other man in gov- 
ernmental authority created or gave form to the issues 
of this war. I have simply responded to them with 
such vision as I could command. But I have responded 
gladly and with a resolution that has grown warmer 
and more confident as the issues have grown clearer and 
clearer. It is now plain that they are issues which no 
man can pervert unless it be wilfully. I am bound to 
fight for them, and happy to fight for them as time and 
circumstance have revealed them to me as to all the 
world. Our enthusiasm for them grows more and more 
irresistible as they stand out in more and more vivid 
and unmistakable outline. 

And the forces that fight for them draw into closer 
and closer array, organize their millions into more and 
more unconquerable might, as they become more and 
more distinct to the thought and purpose of the peoples 
engaged. It is the peculiarity of this great war that 
while statesmen have seemed to cast about for defini- 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 223 

tions of their purpose and have sometimes seemed to 
shift their ground and their point of view, the thought 
of the mass of men, whom statesmen are supposed to 
instruct and lead, has grown more and more unclouded, 
more and more certain of what it is that they are fight- 
ing for. National purposes have fallen more and more 
into the background and the common purpose of en- 
lightened mankind has taken their place. The counsels 
of plain men have become on all hands more simple and 
straightforward and more unified than the counsels of 
sophisticated men of affairs, who still retain the impres- 
sion that they are playing a game of power and playing 
for high stakes. That is why I have said that this is a 
peoples' war, not a statesmen's. . Statesmen must fol- 
low the clarified common thought or be broken. 

I take that to be the significance of the fact that 
assemblies and associations of many kinds made up of 
plain workaday people have demanded, almost every 
time they come together, and are still demanding that 
the leaders of their governments declare to them plainly 
what it is, exactly what it is, that they were seeking in 
this war, and what they think the items of the final 
settlement should be. They are not yet satisfied with 
what they have been told. They still seem to fear that 
they are getting what they ask for only in statesmen's 
terms — only in the terms of territorial arrangements 
and divisions of power, and not in terms of broad- 
visioned justice and mercy and peace and the satisfac- 
tion of those deep-seated longings of oppressed and 
distracted men and women and enslaved peoples that 
seem to them the only things worth fighting a war for 



224 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

that engulfs the world. Perhaps statesmen have not 
always recognized this changed aspect of the whole 
world of policy and action. Perhaps they have not 
always spoken in direct reply to the questions asked be- 
cause they did not know how searching those questions 
were and what sort of answers they demanded. 

But I, for one, am glad to attempt the answer again 
and again, in the hope that I may make it clearer and 
clearer that my one thought is to satisfy those who 
struggle in the ranks and arc, perhaps, above all others, 
entitled to a reply whose meaning no one can have 
any excuse for misunderstanding, if he understands the 
language in which it is spoken or can get some one to 
translate it correctly into his own. . . . 

Unity of purpose and of counsel are as impera- 
tively necessary in this war as was unity of command 
in the battlefield; and with perfect unity of purpose 
and counsel will come assurance of complete victory. 
It can be had in no other way. " Peace drives " can be 
effectively neutralized and silenced only by showing 
that every victory of the nations associated against 
Germany brings the nations nearer the sort of peace 
which will bring security and reassurance to all peoples 
and make the recurrence of another such struggle of 
pitiless force and bloodshed forever impossible, and that 
nothing else can. Germany is constantly intimating the 
" terms " she will accept and always finds that the world 
does not want terms. It wishes the final triumph of 
justice and fair dealing. 



PEACE AND GOOD WILL 225 

THE FEDERATION OF THE WORLD 
Extract from The Pilgrims 
Nathan Haskell Dole 

Woven into the wonderful fabric we know as our land 

Numberless varying threads have come to the great 
Weaver's hand. 

All have their part in enlacing the pattern and blend- 
ing the hues; 

Infinite Wisdom alone has the knowledge the texture 
to choose. 

Richer })ccause of the contrast, though Time shall 

ripen and soften 
Crude inharmonious warp and woof, shall unravel and 

often 
Seemingly start anew with a different, finer design. 
So shall the vast web grow and serve for its purpose 
divine. 

Since we have drawn from the whole wide world and 

made as our own 
Millions of noble men who into our substance have 

grown. 
Surely then must we be forever at peace with the 

world ; 
Banners of war must not wave, the threat of defiance 

not hurled ! 

All of the kingdoms of earth as one great sisterhood 

stand ; 
Good or evil for one affects the rest of the band. 



226 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Much as we love our country far more should our 

deepest elation 
Stir in the heart at the splendid dream of the World's 

Federation — 
Dream that is sure to come true, though it may not 

dawn in our day. 
Prejudice, slowly, and hatred and jealousy vanish 

away. 

All the world is one and all men are brothers in heart, 

Loving tlie same ideals, thrilled by the marvels of art. 

Worshiping all the same Father, though under a dif- 
ferent name, 

Varying only in trifles, but all in essentials the same. 

Barrier space and slow-crawling Time are conquered 
by Science, 

Steam jind the winged Lightning have knit all the 
reahns in alliance; 

Loss of wealth in the West is felt in the marts of the 
East; 

Freedom of travel and trafhc has ever man's profit 
increased ; 

Famine, Pestilence, War, though confined to one zone, 
threaten all; 

All of the nations prosper if one rise, droop if one fall. 

Let us be true to our home, to our town, to our state, 

to our land, 
Humble hi all success, unspoiled by our heritage grand, 
Yet to the whole wide world extend the brotherly 

hand! 



NATIONAL SONGS OF OTHER LANDS 



The song that nerves a nation's heart 
Is in itself a deed. 

Tennyson 



NATIONAL SONGS OF OTHER LANDS 

GOD SAVE THE KING 
Henry Carey (?) 

God save our gracious King, 
Long live our noble King, 

God save the King! 
Send him victorious, 
Happy and glorious, 
Long to reign over us, 

God save the King! 

Lord our God, arise. 
Scatter his enemies, 

And make them fall. 
Confound their politics. 
Frustrate their knavish tricks; 
On Thee our hearts we fix, 

God save us all! 

Thy choicest gifts in store, 
On him be pleased to pour, 

Long may he reign. 
May he defend our laws. 
And ever give us cause 
To sing with heart and voice, 

God save the King! 
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230 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

RULE, BRITANNIA 

Song from masque of Alfred 
James Thomson 

When Britain first, at Heaven's command, 
Arose from out the azure main, 

This was the charter of the land. 
And guardian angels sung this strain: 

"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; 
Britons never will be slaves ! " 

The nations not so blest as thee. 
Must in their turn to tyrants fall; 

While thou shalt flourish great and free, 
The dread and envy of them all. 
Rule, Britannia, etc., 

Still more majestic shalt thou rise. 

More dreadful from each foreign stroke; 

As the loud blast that tears the skies 
Serves but to root thy native oak. 
Rule, Britannia, etc., 

Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: 
All their attempts to bend thee down 

Will but arouse thy generous flame. 
But work their woe and thy renown. 
Rule, Britannia, etc.. 



NATIONAL SONGS 231 

To thee belongs the rural reign; 

Thy cities shall with commerce shine ; 
All thine shall be the subject main, 

And every shore it circles, thine. 
Rule, Britannia, etc. 



The Muses, still with freedom found. 
Shall to thy happy coast repair; 

Blest isle! with matchless beauty crown'd, 
And manly hearts to guard the fair. 
Rule, Britannia, etc. 



SCOTS, WHA HAE 
Robert Burns 

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; 
Welcome to your gory bed 

Or to victorie. 
Now's the day, and now's the hour; 
See the front of battle low'r ; 
See approach proud Edward's power 

Chains and slaverie! 



Wha will be a traitor knave? 
Wha can fill a coward's grave? 
Wha sae base as be a slave? 
Let him turn, and flee! 



232 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Wha for Scotland's King and law 
Freedom's sword will strongly draw, 
Freeman stand, or freeman fa'? 
Let him on wi' me ! 

By oppression's woes and pains! 
By your sons in servile chains! 
We will drain our dearest veins, 

But they shall be free! 
Lay the proud usurpers low ! 
Tyrants fall in every foe! 
Liberty's in every blow! 

Let us do, or die ! 



LA MARSEILLAISE 

Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle 

Ye sons of France, awake to glory! 

Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise! 
Your children, wives, and grand-sires hoary; 

Behold their tears and hear their cries! 
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding. 

With hireling hosts, a ruffian band. 

Affright and desolate the land 
While peace and liberty lie bleeding! 

To arms, to arms, ye brave! 

Th' avenging sword unsheathe! 
March on, march on, all hearts resolved, 

To victory or death. 



NATIONAL SONGS 233 

Now, now the dangerous storm is scowling 

Which treacherous Kings, confederate, raise; 
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, 

And lo! our fields and cities blaze; 
And shall we basely view the ruin. 

While lawless force, with guilty stride, 

Spreads desolation far and wide, 
With crimes and blood his hands embruing? 
To arms, etc. 



With luxury and pride surrounded. 

The vile, insensate despots dare. 
Their thirst of power and gold unbounded, 

To mete and vend the light and air; 
Like beasts of burden would they load us, 

Like gods would bid their slaves adore ; 

But man is man, and who is more? 
Then, shall they longer lash and goad us? 
To arms, etc. 



Oh, Liberty, can man resign thee! 

Once having felt thy gen'rous flame? 
Can dungeon, bars and bolts confine thee, 

Or whips thy noble spirit tame? 
Too long the world has wept, bewailing 

That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield; 

But freedom is our sword and shield. 
And all their arts are unavailing. 
To arms, etc. 



234 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

HYMN TO LIBERTY 

DioNYSius Salomos 

Yes ! I know thee by the lightning 
Of thy tyrant-slaying glaive, 

By thine awful glances bright'ning 
As thou gazest on the brave. 

Kindle from our country's ashes, 

Liberty ! thy sacred fire. 
Many a Spartan sabre clashes; 

Breathe on one Tyrtcean lyre. 

Thou wert groveling in the dust. 

Humbled by thy bitter doom; 
Heaven was still thine only trust — 

Heaven has uttered, " Quit the tomb! " 

Brooding o'er our hills and plains, 
Silence watch'd the thunder near; 

Every arm was cramp'd by chains, 
Every heart was chill'd by fear. 

Now thy sons, defying danger. 
Strike beneath their native sky, 

And distrusting every stranger. 
Swear to free themselves, or die. 

Seven young sisters from the main. 
Raised on high applauding hands, 

Though protection's treacherous chain 
Bound them still in flowery bands. 



NATIONAL SONGS 235 

Woe to those who meet the glaive 
Grasp'd by Freedom's fearless hand, 

And infatuated brave 
Graecia's roused and patriot band. 

GARIBALDI'S WAR HYMN 
LuiGi Mercantini 

Come, arm ye! Come, arm ye! 
From vineyards of olives, from grape-mantled bowers, 
Where landscapes are laughing in mazes of flowers ; 
From mountains all lighted by sapphire and amber, 
From cities of marble, from temples and marts. 
Arise, all ye valiants! your manhood proclaiming. 
Whilst thunders are meeting, and sabres are flaming, 
For honor, for glory, the bugles are sounding. 
To quicken your pulses, and gladden your hearts. 

Then hurl our fierce foeman far from us forever, 
The Day is dawning, the Day is dawning. 
Which shall be our own! 

Too long cruel tyrants have trampled us under, 

The chains they have forged us are riven asunder: 

The Scions of Italy rise in defiance, 

Her flag nobly flutters where breezes are kind: 

To landward and seaward, the Foe shall be broken, 

Where Heroes have gathered, where Martyrs have 

spoken, 
And Italy's Throne shall be rooted in Freedom, 
Whilst Monarch and people are all of one mind: 
Then hurl our fierce foeman, etc. 



236 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

LA BRABANCONNE 
Louis Dechez 

The years of slavery are past, 
The Belgian rejoices once more; 

Courage restores to him at last 
The rights he held of yore! 

Strong and firm his clasp will be, 
Keeping the ancient flag unfurFd 
To fling its message on the watchful world: 

For King, for Right, and Liberty! 

For thee, dear country, cherished motherland, 

Our songs and our valor we give ; 
Never from thee our hearts are banned, 

For thee alone we live! 
And thy years shall glorious be. 

Circled in Unity's embrace, 

Thy sons shall cherish thee in ev'ry place 
For King, for Right, and Liberty. 



SERBIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM 

God ! Who in by-gones hast saved us thy people, 

Great King of Justice, hear us this day : 
While for our country, for Serbia's salvation, 
We with devotion unceasingly pray. 
Onward! onward 
Lead us ever, 
Out of shadow into light, 



NATIONAL SONGS 237 

Till our ship of state be anchored 
Thro' the mercy of Thy might: 
Till our foes be spent and scatter'd 
In the fullness of the Light, 
Serbia's king, and Serbia's land, 
Guard forevermore. 

HYMN OF FREE RUSSIA 

KONSTANTIN BaLMONT 

Young Russia, hail, victorious! 

All praise we chant to thee. 
Amid the nations, glorious 

Thou standest, proud and free. 

No tyrant shall enslave thee, 

Thy sun arises bright! 
All hail to those who gave thee 

New Freedom's sacred light! 

Young Russia, hail, victorious! 

All praise we chant to thee. 
Amid the nations, glorious 

Thou standest, proud and free. 

A song of countless voices 

Resounds from shore to shore, 
The Russian folk rejoices 

With Freedom evermore! 

Young Russia, hail, victorious! 

All praise we chant to thee. 
Amid the nations, glorious 

Thou standest, proud and free. 



SERVICE 



And what they dare to dream of, dare to do. 

Lowell 

Yet much remains 

To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories 

No less renowned than War. 

Milton 

Not ignoble are the days of peace, not without courage and laureled 

victories. 

Gilder 

Life may be given in many ways, 

And loyalty to Truth be sealed 

As bravely in the closet as the field, 

So bountiful is Fate. 

Lowell 

Small service is true service while it lasts. 

Won ns WORTH 

Whoso through life kept priestly honor pure. 
Or found new arts and made the world more fair, 
They whose good service made their memory loved, 
These all are crowned with wreaths of snowy wool. 

Vlrgil 



SERVICE 

RING OUT, WILD BELLS 

Alfred Tennyson 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky. 
The flying cloud, the frosty light: 
The year is dying in the night; 

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. 

Ring out the old, ring in the new, 
Ring, happy bells, across the snow: 
The year is going, let him go; 

Ring out the false, ring in the true. 

Ring out the grief that saps the mind. 
For those that here we see no more; 
Ring out the feud of rich and poor, 

Ring in redress to all mankind. 

Ring out a slowly dying cause, 
And ancient forms of party strife; 
Ring in the nobler modes of life, 

With sweeter manners, purer laws. 

Ring out the want, the care, the sin. 
The faithless coldness of the times; 
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, 

But ring the fuller minstrel in. 
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242 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Ring out false pride in place and blood, 
The civic slander and the spite; 
Ring in the love of truth and right, 

Ring in the common love of good. 

Ring out old shapes of foul disease; 

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; 

Ring out the thousand wars of old. 
Ring in the thousand years of peace. 

Ring in the valiant man and free, 
The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; 
Ring out the darkness of the land, 

Ring in the Christ that is to be. 

WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE 
Sir William Jones 

What constitutes a state? 
Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, 

Thick wall or moated gate; 
Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; 

Not bays and broad-armed ports. 
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; 

Not starred and spangled courts. 
Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. 

No : — men, high-minded men 
With powers as far above dull brutes endued 

In forest, brake, or den, 
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — 

Men who their duties know, 



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But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, 

Prevent the long-aimed blow, 
And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; 

These constitute a state ; 
And sovereign law, that state's collected will. 

O'er thrones and globes elate 
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. 

Smit by her sacred frown. 
The fiend. Dissension, like a vapor sinks; 

And e'en the all-dazzling crown 
Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. 



CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR 

William Wordsworth 

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he 
That every man in arms should wish to be? 
— It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought 
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought 
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: 
Whose high endeavors are an inward light 
That makes the path before him always bright: 
Who, with a natural instinct to discern 
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; 
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, 
But makes his moral being his prime care ; 
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, 
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! 
Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; 
In face of these doth exercise a power 



244 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Which is our human nature's highest dower; 
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves 
Of their bad influence, and their good receives: 
By objects, which might force the soul to abate 
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; 
Is placable — because occasions rise 
So often that demand such sacrifice; 
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, 
As tempted more; more able to endure. 
As more exposed to sujBfering and distress; 
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness. 

— 'Tis he whose law is reason ; who depends 
Upon that law as on the best of friends; 
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still 
To evil for a guard against worse ill, 

And what in quality or act is best 
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest, 
He labors good on good to fix, and owes 
To virtue every triumph that he knows: 

— Who, if he rise to station of command, 
Rises by open means ; and there will stand 
On honorable terms, or else retire, 

And in himself possess his own desire ; 
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same 
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim ; 
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait 
For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state ; 
Whom they must follow : on whose head must fall, 
Like showers of manna, if they come at all: 
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, 
Or mild concerns of ordinary life, 



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A constant influence, a peculiar grace; 

But who, if he be called upon to face 

Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined 

Great issues, good or bad for human kind, 

Is happy as a Lover ; and attired 

With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; 

And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law 

In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw ; 

Or if an unexpected call succeed, 

Come when it will, is equal to the need: 

— He who, though thus endued as with a sense 

And faculty for storm and turbulence, 

Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans 

To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; 

Sweet images ! which, wheresoe'er he be, 

Are at his heart; and such fidelity 

It is his darling passion to approve; 

More brave for this, that he hath much to love: — 

'Tis finally, the Man who, lifted high, 

Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye. 

Or left unthought-of in obscurity, — 

Who, with a toward or untoward lot, 

Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not — 

Plays, in the many games of life, that one 

Where what he most doth value must be won : 

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay. 

Nor thought of tender happiness betray; 

Who, not content that former worth stand fast, 

Looks forward, persevering to the last. 

From well to better, daily self-surpast: 

Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth 



246 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Forever, and to noble deeds give birth, 
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, 
And leave a dead unprofitable name — 
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; 
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws 
His breatli in confidence of Heaven's applause: 
This is the happy Warrior; this is He 
That every Man in arms should wish to be. 



A MESSAGE TO GARCIA 
Elbert Hubbard 

In all this Cuban business there is one man stands 
out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at peri- 
helion. When war broke out between Spain and the 
United States it was very necessary to communicate 
quickly with the leader of the insurgents. Garcia was 
somewhere in the mountain fastnesses of Cuba — no 
one knew where. No mail or telegraph message could 
reach him. Tlie President must secure his cooperation, 
and quickly. 

What to do! 

Some one said to the President, " There's a fellow by 
the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody 
can." 

Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered 
to Garcia. How " the fellow by the name of Rowan " 
took the letter, sealed it up in an oilskin pouch, 
strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night 
off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared 



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into the jungle, and in three weeks came out on the 
other side of the island, having traversed a hostile 
country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia — 
are things I have no special desire to tell in detail now. 
The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave 
Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took 
the letter and did not ask, " Where is he at? " By the 
Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in 
deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college 
in the land. It is not book-learning young men need, 
nor instruction about this or that, but a stiffening of the 
vertebrae that will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to 
act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing 
— " Carry a message to Garcia." 

General Garcia is dead now, but there are other 
Garcias. No man who has endeavored to carry out an 
enterprise wherein many hands were needed, but has 
been well-nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of 
the average man — the inability or unwillingness to 
concentrate on a thing and do it. 

Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indif- 
ference, and half-hearted work seem the rule; and no 
man succeeds unless, by hook or crook or threat, he 
forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, 
God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him 
an Angel of Light for an assistant. 



Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who 
apply, can neither spell nor punctuate — and do not 
think it necessary to. 



248 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Can such a one write a letter to Garcia? 

" You see that bookkeeper? " said a foreman to me in 
a large factory. 

" Yes; what about him? " 

" Well, he's a fine accountant, but if I'd send him 
up-town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand 
all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four 
saloons on the way, and when ho got to Main Street 
would forget what he had been sent for." 

Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to 
Garcia? 

We have recently been hearing much maudlin sym- 
pathy expressed for the " down-trodden denizens of the 
sweat-shop " and the " homeless wanderer searching for 
honest employment," and with it all often go many 
hard words for the men in power. 

Nothing is said about the employer who grows old 
before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne'er- 
do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long, patient 
striving with " help " that does nothing but loaf when 
his back is turned. In every store and factory there is 
a constant weeding-out process going on. The em- 
ployer is constantly sending away " help " that have 
shown their incapacity to further the interests of the 
business, and others are being taken on. 

No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, 
only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sortinr;- is 
done finer — but out and forever out the incompetent 
and unworthy go. It is the survival of the fittest. Self- 
interest prompts every employer to keep the best — 
those who can carry a message to Garcia. 



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I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not 
the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet 
who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he 
carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that 
his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. 
He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. 
Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his 
answer would probably be, " Take it yourself! " 

To-night this man walks the streets looking for work, 
the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No 
one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regu- 
lar firebrand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, 
and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a 
thick-soled Number Nine boot. 

Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no 
less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our 
pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are 
striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working- 
hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is 
fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line 
dowdy indifference, slipshod imbecility, and the heart- 
less ingratitude which, but for their enterprise, would 
be both hungry and homeless. 

Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; 
but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to 
speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds — 
the man who, against great odds, has directed the ef- 
forts of others, and having succeeded, finds there's 
nothing in it; nothing but bare board and clothes. I 
have carried a dinner-pail and worked for day's wages, 
and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know 



250 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

there is something to be said on both sides. There is 
no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no 
recommendation; and all employers are not rapacious 
and high-handed, any more than all poor men are vir- 
tuous. 

My heart goes out to the man who does his work 
when the " boss " is away, as well as when he is at 
home. And the man who, when given a letter for Gar- 
cia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any 
idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of 
chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught 
else but delivering it; who never gets "laid off," nor 
has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is 
one long anxious search for just such individuals. Any- 
thing such a man asks shall be granted. His kind is so 
rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is 
wanted in every city, town and village — in every office, 
shop, store and factory. 

The world cries out for such; he is needed, and 
needed badly — the man who can carry A Message to 
Garcia. 

STRADIVARIUS 

George Eliot 

Your soul was lifted by the wings to-day 

Hearing the master of the violin : 

You praised him, praised the great Sebastian too 

Who made that fine Chaconne ; but did you think 

Of old Antonio Stradivari? — him 

Who a good century and half ago 



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Put his true work in that brown instrument 

And by the nice adjustment of its frame 

Gave it responsive life, continuous 

With the master's finger-tips and perfected 

Like them by delicate rectitude of use. 

Not Bach alone, helped by fine precedent 

Of genius gone before, nor Joachim 

Who holds the strain afresh incorporate 

By inward hearing and notation strict 

Of nerve and muscle, made our joy to-day: 

Another soul was living in the air 

And swaying it to true deliverance 

Of high invention and responsive skill: — 

That plain white-aproned man who stood at work 

Patient and accurate full fourscore years. 

Cherished his sight and touch by temperance, 

And since keen sense is love of perfectness 

Made perfect violins, the needed paths 

For inspiration and high mastery. 

No simpler man than he : he never cried, 

" Why was I born to this monotonous task 

Of making violins? " or flung them down 

To suit with hurling act a well-hurled curse 

At labor on such perishable stuff. 

Hence neighbors in Cremona held him dull, 

Called him a slave, a mill-horse, a machine. 

Begged him to tell his motives or to lend 

A few gold pieces to a loftier mind. 

Yet he had pithy words full fed by fact; 

For Fact, well-trusted, reasons and persuades, 



252 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Is gnomic, cutting, or ironical. 

Draws tears, or is a tocsin to arouse — 

Can hold all figures of the orator 

In one plain sentence ; has her pauses too — 

Eloquent silence at the chasm abrupt 

Where knowledge ceases. Thus Antonio 

Made answers as Fact willed, and made them strong. 



Naldo, a painter of eclectic school, 

Taking his dicers, candlelight and grins 

From Caravaggio, and in holier groups 

Combining Flemish flesh with martyrdom — 

Knowing all tricks of style at thirty-one, 

And weary of them, while Antonio 

At sixty-nine wrought placidly his best 

Making the violin you heard to-day — 

Naldo would tease him oft to tell his aims. 

" Perhaps thou hast some pleasant vice to feed 

The love of louis d'ors in heaps of four, 

Each violin a heap — I've nought to blame ; 

My vices waste such heaps. But then, why work 

With painful nicety? Since fame once earned 

By luck or merit — of tenest by luck — 

(Else why do I put Bonifazio's name 

To work that 'pinxit Naldo ' would not sell?) 

Is welcome index to the wealthy mob 

Where they should pay their gold, and where they pay 

There they find merit — take your tow for flax, 

And hold the flax unlabelled with your name, 

Too coarse for sufferance." 



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Antonio then: 
" I like the gold — well, yes — but not for meals. 
And as my stomach, so my eye and hand. 
And inward sense that works alone with both, 
Have hunger that can never feed on coin. 
Who draws a line and satisfies his soul. 
Making it crooked where it should be straight? 
An idiot with an oyster-shell may draw 
His lines along the sand, all wavering, 
Fixing no point or pathway to a point; 
An idiot one remove may choose his line, 
Straggle and be content; but God be praised, 
Antonio Stradivari has an eye 
That winces at false work and loves the true, 
With hand and arm that play upon the tgol 
As willingly as any singing bird 
Sets him to sing his morning roundelay, 
Because he likes to sing and likes the song." 

Then Naldo: " 'Tis a petty kind of fame 
At best, that comes of making violins; 
And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go 
To purgatory none the less." 

But he: 
" 'Twere purgatory here to make them ill ; 
And for my fame — when any master holds 
'Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine. 
He will be glad that Stradivari^ lived, 
Made violins, and made them of the best. 
The masters only know whose work is good: 
They will choose mine, and while God gives them skill 



254 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

I give them instruments to play upon, 
God choosing me to help Him." 

"What! were God 
At fault for violins, thou absent? " 

"Yes; 
He were at fault for Stradivari's work." 

" Why, many hold Giuseppe's violins 
As good as thine," 

" May be : they are different. 
His quality declines: ho spoils his hand 
With over-drinking. But were his the best. 
He could not work for two. My work is mine, 
And, heresy or not, if my hand slacked 
I should rob God — since lie is fullest good — 
Leaving a blank instead of violins. 
I say, not God Himself can make man's best 
Witliout best men to help Him. I am one best 
Here in Cremona, using sunlight well 
To fashion finest maple till it serves 
More cunningly than throats for harmony. 
'Tis rare delight: I would not change my skill 
To be the Emperor with bungling hands 
And lose my work, which comes as natural 
As self at waking." 

" Thou art little more 
Than a deft potter's wheel, Antonio; 
Turning out work by mere necessity 
And lack of varied function. Higher arts 
Subsist on freedom — eccentricity — 
Uncounted inspirations — influence 



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That comes with drinking, gambling, talk turned wild, 

Then moody misery and lack of food — 

With every dithyrambic fine excess : 

These make at last a storm which flashes out 

In lightning revelations. Steady work 

Turns genius to a loom; the soul must lie 

Like grapes beneath the sun till ripeness comes 

And mellow vintage. I could paint you now 

The finest Crucifixion; yesternight 

Returning home I saw it on a sky 

Blue-black, thick-starred. I want two louis d'ors 

To buy the canvas and the costly blues — 

Trust me a fortnight." 

" Where arc those last two 
I lent thee for thy Judith ? — her thou saw'st 
In safi"ron gown, with Holof ernes' head 
And beauty all complete? " 

" She is but sketched : 
I lack the proper model — and the mood. 
A great idea is an eagle's egg. 
Craves time for hatching; while the eagle sits 
Feed her." 

" If thou wilt call thy pictures eggs 
I call the hatching, Work. 'Tis God gives skill, 
But not without men's hands: He could not make 
Antonio Stradivari's violins 
Without Antonio. Get thee to thy easel." 



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VOLUNTARY SERVICE 

Extract from Paradise Lost 
John Milton 

Son of Heaven and Earth, 
Attend! That thou art happy, owe to God; 
That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, 
That is, to thy obedience ; therein stand. 
This was that caution given thee ; be advised. 
God made thee perfect, not immutable; 
And good he made thee ; but to persevere 
He left it in thy power — ordained thy will 
By nature free, not over-ruled by fate 
Inextricable, or strict necessity. 
Our voluntary service he requires, 
Not our necessitated. Such with him 
Finds no acceptance, nor can find ; for how 
Can hearts not free be tried whether they serve 
Willing or no, who will but what- they must 
By destiny, and can no other choose? 
Myself, and all the Angelic Host, that stand 
In sight of God enthroned, our happy state 
Hold, as you yours, while our obedience holds. 
On other surety none ; freely we serve 
Because we freely love, as in our will 
To love or not; in this we stand or fall. 



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ODE TO DUTY 

William Wordsworth 

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God ! 

Duty! if that name thou love 

Who art a Hght to guide, a rod 

To check the erring, and reprove ; 

Thou, who art victory and law 

When empty terrors overawe; 

From vain temptations dost set free ; 

And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! 

There are who ask not if thine eye 
Be on them; who, in love and truth, 
Where no misgiving is, rely 
Upon the genial sense of youth : 
Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; 
Who do thy work, and know it not : 
Oh! if through confidence misplaced 
They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power! around them 
cast. 

Serene will be our days and bright, 

And happy will our nature be, 

When love is an unerring light. 

And joy its own security. 

And they a blissful course may hold 

Even now, who, not unwisely bold, 

Live in the spirit of this creed; 

Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. 



258 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

I, loving freedom, and untried; 

No sport of every random gust, 

Yet being to myself a guide, 

Too blindly have reposed my trust : 

And oft, when in my heart was heard 

Thy timely mandate, I deferred 

The task, in smoother walks to stray ; 

But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. 

Through no disturbance of my soul, 

Or strong compunction in me wrought, 

I supplicate for thy control ; 

But in the quietness of thought: 

Me this unchartered freedom tires; 

I feel the weight of chance-desires: 

My hopes no more must change their name, 

I long for a repose that ever is the same. 

Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear 
The Godhead's most benignant grace ; 
Nor know we anything so fair 
As is the smile upon thy face : 
Plowers laugh before thee on their beds 
And fragrance in thy footing treads; 
Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; 
And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh 
and strong. 

To humbler functions, awful Power! 
I call thee : I myself commend 
Unto thy guidance from this hour; 
Oh, let my weakness have an end! 



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Give unto me, made lowly wise, 

The spirit of self-sacrifice ; 

The confidence of reason give ; 

And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live! 

THE PATH OF DUTY 

Extract from Ode on the Death of the Duke of 
Wellington 

Alfred Tennyson 

Yea, let all good things await 

Him who cares not to be great 

But as he saves or serves the state. 

Not once or twice in our rough island story 

The path of duty was the way to glory. 

He that walks it, only thirsting 

For the right, and learns to deaden 

Love of self, before his journey closes. 

He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting 

Into glossy purples, which outredden 

All voluptuous garden-roses. 

Not once or twice in our fair island story 

The path of duty was the way to glory. 

He, that ever following her commands, 

On with toil of heart and knees and hands, 

Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won 

His path upward, and prevaiFd, 

Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled 

Are close upon the shining table-lands 

To which our God himself is moon and sun. 



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Such was he: his work is done, 

But while the races of mankind endure 

Let his great example stand 

Colossal, seen of every land, 

And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure; 

Till in all lands and thro' all human story 

The path of duty be the way to glory. 



VITAI LAMPADA 
Sir Henry Newbolt 

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night - 

Ten to make and the match to win — 
A bumping pitch and a blinehng light, 

An hour to play and the last man in. 
And it 's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, 

Or the selfish iiope of a season's fame, 
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote — 

" Play up! play up! and play the game! " 

The sand of the desert is sodden red, — 

Red with the wreck of a square that broke; — 
The Catling's jammed and the Colonel dead, 

And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. 
The river of death has brimmed his banks, 

And England's far. and Honour a name, 
But the voice oi a schoolboy rallies the ranks: 

"Play up! play up! and play the gmne! " 



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This is the word that yoar by year, 

While in h(3r place the School is set, 
Every one of her sons must hear, 

And none that hears it (Jare forget. 
This they all with a joyful mind 

Bear through life like a torch in flame, 
And falling fling to the host behind — 

" Play up! play up! and play the game! " 

ECHICTLOS 

Robert Huownino 

Here is a story, shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks, dead 

and gone, 
Who breasted, beat Barbarians, stemmed Persia rolling 

on. 
Did the deed and saved the world, for the day was 

Marathon ! 

No man but did his manliest, kept rank and fought 

away 
In his tribe and file: up, back, out, down — was the 

spear-arm play : 
Like the wind-whipt branchy woo(i, all spear-arms 

a-swing that day ! 

But one man kept no rank, and his sole arm plied no 

spear, 
As a flashing came and went, and a form i' the van, the 

rear, 
Brightened the battle up, for he blazed now there, 

now here. 



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Nor helmed nor shielded, he! but, a goat-skin all his 

wear, 
Like a tiller of the soil, with a clown's limbs broad and 

bare. 
Went he ploughing on and on: he pushed with a 

ploughman's share. 

Did the weak mid-line give way, as tunnies on whom 
the shark 

Precipitates his bulk? Did the right-wing halt when, 
stark 

On his heap of slain lay stretched Kallimachos Pole- 
march? 

Did the steady phalanx falter? To the rescue, at the 

need. 
The clown was ploughing Persia, clearing Greek earth 

of weed, 
As he routed through the Sakian and rooted up the 

Mede. 

But the deed done, battle won, — nowhere to be 
descried 

On the meadow, by the stream, at the marsh, — look 
far and wide 

From the foot of the mountain, no, to the last blood- 
plashed sea-side, — 

Not anywhere on view blazed the large limbs thonged 
and brown, 



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Shearing and clearing still with the share before which 

— down 
To the dust went Persia's pomp, as he ploughed for 

Greece, that clown ! 

How spake the Oracle? " Care for no name at all! 
Say but just this: ' We praise one helpful whom we call 
The Holder of the Ploughshare.' The great deed ne'er 
grows small." 

Not the great name ! Sing — woe for the great name 

Miltiades 
And its end at Paros isle ! Woe for Themistokles 
— Satrap in Sardis court! Name not the clown like 

these! 



HERVE KIEL 

Robert Browning 

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety- 
two, 
Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! 

And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the 
blue. 

Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks 
pursue. 
Came crowding ship on ship to Saint Malo on the 
Ranee, 

With the English fleet in view. 



264 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

'Twas tlie squadron that escaped, with the victor in full 
chase; 
First and foremost of the drove, in his great sliip, 
Dainf reville ; 
Close on hiin fled, great and small. 
Twenty-two good sliips in all ; 
And they signalled to the place 
" Help the winners of a race ! 

Get us guidance, give us harbor, take us quick — or, 

quicker still. 
Here's the English can and will! " 

Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on 
boarii ; 
" Why. what hope or chance have ships like these to 
pass? " laughed they: 
" Rocks to starboard, rocks to port, all the passage 

scarred and scored. 
Shall the Fonnidabic here with her twelve and eighty 
guns 
Think to make the river-mouth by the single narrow 
way. 
Trust to enter where 't is ticklish for a craft of twenty 
tons. 

And with flow at full beside? 
Now. 'tis slackest ebb of tide. 
Reach the mooring? Rather say. 
While rock stands or water runs. 
Not a sliip will leave the bay! " 

Then was called a council straight. 
Brief and bitter the debate: 



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" Here's the English at our heels; would you have them 

take in tow 
All that's left us of the fleet, Imked together stern and 

bow, 
For a prize to Plymouth Sound? 
Better run the ships aground! " 

(Ended Damfrevillc his speech). 
" Not a minute more to wait! 
Let the captains all and each 

Shove ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the 
beach ! 
France nmst undergo her fate. 

" Give the word ! " But no such word 
Was ever spoke or heard; 

For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all 
these 
— A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, 
third? 
No such man of mark, and meet 
With his betters to compete ! 
But a simple Breton sailor pressed by Tourville for the 

fleet, 
A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel the Croisickese. 

And " What mockery or maUce have we here? " cries 
Herve Riel ; 
" Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, 
fools, or rogues? 

Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the sound- 
ings, tell 



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On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell 
'Twixt the ofl&ng here, and Greve, where the river 
disembogues? 
Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's 
for? 
Morn and eve, night and day, 
Have I piloted your bay, 
Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. 
Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were worse 

than fifty Hogues! 
Sirs, they know I speak the truth ! Sirs, believe me 
there's a way ! 
Only let me lead the line, 

Have the biggest ship to steer, 
Get this Formidable clear, 
Make the others follow mine, 

And I lead them, most and least, by a passage I know 
well. 
Right to Solidor past Greve, 

And there lay them safe and sound ; 
And if one ship misbehave, 
— Keel so much as grate the ground. 
Why, I've nothing but my life, — here's my head! " 
cries Herve Riel. 

Not a minute more to wait. 

" Steer us in then, small and great! 

Take the hehn, lead the line, save the squadron! " 
cried its chief. 
Captains, give the sailor place! 

He is Admiral, in brief. 



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Still the north-wind, by God's grace! 
See the noble fellow's face 
As the big ship, with a bound, 
Clears the entry like a hound, 

Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide 
sea's profound ! 

See, safe through shoal and rock, 

How they follow in a flock. 
Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates the 
ground, 

Not a spar that comes to grief! 
The peril see, is past, 
All are harbored to the last, 
And just as Herve Riel hollas "Anchor! " — sure as 

fate, 
Up the English come — too late ! 

So, the storm subsides to calm: 

They see the green trees wave 

On the heights o'erlooking Greve. 
Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. 
" Just our rapture to enhance, 

Let the English rake the bay. 
Gnash their teeth and glare askance 

As they cannonade away! 
'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee!" 
How hope succeeds despair on each Captain's coun- 
tenance ! 
Out burst all with one accord, 

*' This is Paradise for Hell! 

Let France, let France's King 



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Thank the man that did the thing! " 
What a shout, and all one word, 

"HerveRiel! " 
As he stepped in front once more, 

Not a symptom of surprise 

In the frank blue Breton eyes, 
Just the same man as before. 

Then said Damfreville, " My friend, 
I must speak out at the end. 

Though I find the speaking hard. 
Praise is deeper than the lips: 
You have saved the King his ships, 

You must name your own reward. 
'Faith, our sun was near eclipse! 
Demand whate'er you will, 
France remains your debtor still. 
Ask to heart's content and have! or my name's not 
Damfreville." 



Then a beam of fun outbroke 
On the bearded mouth that spoke, 
As the honest heart laughed through 
Those frank eyes of Breton blue : 
" Since I needs must say my say, 

Since on board the duty's done, 

And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it 
but a run? — 
Since 'tis ask and have, I may — 

Since the others go ashore — 



SERVICE 269 

Come! A good whole holiday! 

Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle 

Aurore! " 
That he asked and that he got, — nothing more. 

Name and deed alike are lost: 
Not a pillar nor a post 

In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell; 
Not a head in white and black 
On a single fishing-smack, 
In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack 

All that France saved from the fight whence England 
bore the bell. 
Go to Paris: rank on rank 

Search the heroes flung pell-mell 
On the Louvre, face and flank! 

You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve 
Kiel. 
So, for better and for worse, 
Herve Riel, accept my verse! 
In my verse, Herve Riel, do thou once more 
Save the squadron, honor France, love thy wife, the 
Belle Aurore! 

THE HERO 

Extract jrom The Spanish Gypsy 

George Eliot 

No great deed is done 
By falterers who ask for certainty. 
No good is certain, but the steadfast mind, 



270 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The undivided will to seek the good: 
'Tis that compels the elements, and wrings 
A human music from the indifferent air. 
The greatest gift the hero leaves his race 
Is to have been a hero. Say we fail ! — 
We feed the high tradition of the world, 
And leave our spirit in our children's breasts. 



WOLSEY'S FAREWELL 

Extract from King Henry VIII 

William Shakespeare 

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear, 

In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, 

Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 

Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; 

And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be. 

And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention 

Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee ; 

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory. 

And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, 

Found thee a way, out of his wrack, to rise in; 

A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. 

Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. 

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: 

By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, 

The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't? 

Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee: 

Corruption wins not more than honesty. 



SERVICE 271 

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 
To silence envious tongues; be just, and fear not. 
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's. 
Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, Crom- 
well! 
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. 



THE HEROIC AGE 

Richard Watson Gilder 

He speaks not well who doth his time deplore. 
Naming it new and little and obscure, 
Ignoble and unfit for lofty deeds. 
All times were modern in the time of them, 
And this no more than others. Do thy part 
Here in the living day, as did the great 
Who made old days immortal! So shall men, 
Gazing long back to this far-looming hour, 
Say: " Then the time when men were truly men; 
Tho' wars grew less, their spirits met the test 
Of new conditions ; conquering civic wrong ; 
Saving the state anew by virtuous lives ; 
Guarding the country's honor as their own, 
And their own as their country's and their sons' : 
Proclaiming service the one test of worth; 
Defying leagued fraud with single truth ; 
Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause 
Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man; 
Not fearing loss; and daring to be pure. 
When error through the land raged like a pest 



272 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

They calmed the madness caught from mind to mind 
By wisdom drawn from old, and counsel sane; 
And as the martyrs of the ancient world 
Gave Deatli for man, so nobly gave they Life: 
Those the great days, and that the heroic age.'* 



THE SPIRIT OF LINCOLN 

Extract from Lincoln, the Man of the People 

Edwin Maiikham 

One fire was on his spirit, one resolve — 
To send the keen ax to the root of wrong, 
Clearing a free way for the feet of God, 
The eyes of conscience testing every stroke, 
To make his deed the measure of a man. 
He built the rail-pile as he built the State, 
Pouring his splendid strength through every blow: 
The grij) that swung the ax in Illinois 
Was on the pen that set a people free. 



So came the Captain with the mighty heart; 
And when the judgment thunders split the house, 
Wrenching the rafters from their ancient rest. 
He held the ridgepole up, and spikt again 
The rafters of the Home. He held his place — 
Held the long purpose like a growing tree — 
Held on through blame and faltered not at praise. 



SERVICE 273 

And when he fell in whirlwind, ho went down 
As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, 
Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, 
And leaves a lonesome place against the sky. 

WANTED 
J. G. Holland 

God give us men ! A time like this demands 

Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; 

Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; 

Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; 
Men who possess opinions and a will ; 

Men who have honor, — men who will not lie ; 
Men who can stand before a demagogue. 

And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! 
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog 

In public duty, and in private thinking: 
For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, 
Their large professions and their little deeds, — 
Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps. 
Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice sleeps! 

THE NEED OF THE HOUR 

Edwin Markham 

Fling forth the triple-colored flag to dare 
The bright, untraveled highways of the air. 
Blow the undaunted bugles, blow, and yet 
Let not the boast betray us to forget. 



274 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Lo, there are high adventures for this hour — 
Tourneys to test the sinews of our power. 
For we must parry — as the years increase — 
The hazards of success, the risks of peace ! 



What do we need to keep the nation whole, 
To guard the pillars of the State? We need 
The fine audacities of honest deed ; 
The homely old integrities of soul ; 
The swift temerities that take the part 
Of outcast right — the wisdom of the heart; 
Brave hopes that Mammon never can detain, 
Nor sully with his gainless clutch for gain. 

We need the Cromwell fire to make us feel 
The common burden and the public trust 
To be a thing as sacred and august 

As the white vigil where the angels kneel. 

We need the faith to go a path untrod. 

The power to be alone and vote with God. 



PEACE 
Preston William Slosson 

Transmute the ancient valor of arrow, pike and sword, 
The virtues which the weary march and the battlefield 

afford ; 
Courage and faith reblazon for the needful work of 

peace, 



SERVICE 275 

The common tasks that still remain altho all warfare 
cease, 
And the daily toll of vigilance demanded by the Lord. 

Peace among sons of Adam ; ally ye, all good folk ; 
Revolt in a common effort against a common yoke. 
War to the hilt with nature, conquer from cloud to 

soil ; 
Air and ocean before you lie vanquished by common 
toil. 
Win freedom as ye did from men by stubborn stroke on 
stroke. 

But none may strive with nature with sword-blades 

torn by rust, 
And defeat awaits the army dissevered by mistrust. 
First must we cleanse the nation of greed and hate- 
born lies, 
And forego unequal favor as a willing sacrifice, 
God! above all blessings, make Thou our country 
just! 

A VISION OF PEACE 

Wallace Rice 

Fitly one dies for his country, sweet is the death she 

bestows ; 
Glad is the red field of battle, gayly the bright trumpet 

blows ; 
Forth as a bride to her bridegroom Death to the warrior 

goes. 



276 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Bitter the long life of duty, seeking nor laurel nor bay, 
Striving with foes of the Nation grasping her honor as 

prey, 
Glanced at askance by his fellows, walking the long, 

narrow way. 

Gallant the charge and the onslaught, cheering to- 
gether to go; 
Silent Mild lonely the warfare 'gainst an insidious foe: 
Glory and death are the soldier's; hatred and life oth- 
ers know. 

Fighting America's battles whether by land or by sea. 
Who could be less than a hero under that flag of the 

Read of, and cherish, and love them — such arc tlie men 
all would be. 

Treason is death in the army, death's for the enemy's 

spy: 
Think you no Andre nor Arnold dwells within sight of 

your eye? 
Perfidy to great ideals, that must you strike till you 

die! 

Vigilance, ceaseless, eternal, ever was Liberty's price: 
If you are slaves, 'twas your fathers left you to slavish 

device ; 
Would you make slaves of your children? Sleep for 

a time — 't will sufl&ce. 



SERVICE 277 

Truth is the right of your country: Lie, and she lies 

to your grief; 
Honor, and that is your country's: Bribe, and you 

bribe her as lief; 
Honesty, that is your country's: Thieve, and she, too, is 

a thief. 

Too much the world thinks on Dives: Harken to Laz- 
arus, too, — 

All of his sores are his country's: Heal them if you 
would be true — 

Heal them, or share an infection you and your children 
must rue. 

Never was minted a dollar equal in worth to a tear. 
Never success worth the having gained through another 

soul's fear: 
Smiles mark the highway to triumph when a man's 

title is clear. 

Still at the eye of the needle Selfishness struggles his 

fill. 
No man may serve God and Mammon: Love — Love 

alone — is God's will. 
Scourged were the changers of money — Greed stands 

the root of all ill. 

No end can justify evil: Piety, Culture, and State 
Stand as accursed forever, else on Jehovah must wait: 
Think you for " civili?ation " God will His Justice 
abate? 



278 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Dear is the thought of the Nation; dearer is Freedom 

to me; 
Dearest of all through the ages, Truth, that alone 

makes us free : 
Verity, Liberty, Country, grant us their union to see! 

Plant high the Cross on the hilltop, thither in humble- 
ness strive! 

Offer no children to Mammon — luxury lets no man 
thrive ; 

Feed not our bravest to Moloch — must the unfittest 
survive? 

Ever is war deed for savage, born of the ancestral taint. 
Slay? So do beasts that shall perish : Where is Man's 

God-like restraint? 
Leave them their teeth and their talons; leave him the 

fight of the Saint! 

Brave are the victors in combat; brave were the con- 
quered as well. 

Valor sits close by the dying; valor the living, too, 
spell. 

Courage far finer than carnage Peace, serene, smiling, 
can tell. 

Beaten our swords into ploughshares, fortresses turned 

into schools. 
Cavalry tilling the prairie, infantry busy with tools. 
Navies deep Iftden with bounty — thus fair America 

rules: 



SERVICE 279 

Throughout the breadth of the Union Happiness all 

the day long, 
Ever a Hope for the nations, everywhere music and 

song. 
Always our Stars the World's Conscience, Stripes 

against tyrants and Wrong. 

Day of Good Will, speed your coming! Justice and 
Mercy, increase! 

Love for the loveless, grow mighty ! Hate for the hate- 
fullest, cease! 

So shall Man win his last battle, led by the Christ Who 
is Peace. 

SOLDIERS OF PEACE 
Bayard Taylor 

It is the brave that first forget, 

And noble foes that first unite; 
Not they who strife and passion whet. 

Then slink when comes the need to smite. 
'Tis mutual courage that forgives. 
And answering honor that outlives 

The onset's hour, the battle's day: 
The hearts that dare are quick to feel; 
The hands that wound are soft to heal; 
The blood that dims a hero's steel 

His proud tears wash away! 



'Tis time your bard restrung his harp, 
That long hath echoed in its note 



280 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

The volley's rattle, fierce and sharp, 
The thunder-bass of cannon-throat; 

That sang of fields where Glory swayed, 

But wingless Victory paused, and stayed 
To see her only flag unfurled ; 

That summoned, as a bugle blown ; 

That challenged, as a trumpet's tone; 

That quickened, as a bolt is thrown 
From heaven, to shake the world ! 

Ah ! must we then renounce the theme 

That first can rouse and best inspire, — 
The splendor of the soldier's dream. 

The ardor of the patriot's fire? 
When each, to sternest duty bowed. 
Makes all, as common kindred, proud, 

And blots the long reproach of Time, — 
When Youth forgets what most is fair. 
And Age assumes a nobler care. 
And Manhood, as a wave in air, 

Heaves high, to fall sublime! 

The virtues, poured in lavish flood 
To whelm our coarser Self in shame; 

The pure infection of the blood 
That burned for loftier meed than fame. 

Must these be lost? — or absent now 

The song of lip, the light of brow. 
Remembering they were doubly ours 

And, though we honor both as one, 



SERVICE 281 

That strain of blood, in both begun, 
Say, lies it buried from the sun, 
Beneath memorial flowers? 

Not so ! — the summit of his deed 

Is the true measure of the man, 
Though once alone he caught the speed 

That every baser aim outran. 
What once a moment is, assures 
The certainty of what endures, 

And thus its sacred law decrees ; 
So ye, whom battle spared or scarred. 
Safe-sheltered now from disregard, 
Harken to England's blind old bard: 

" Peace hath her victories! " 

What once, in fiery test of war. 

So proved itself, must ever stand, 
To make the land worth living for, 

Since others died to save the land ! — 
Take from their lips the parted breath ! 
Make Life as glorious as is Death 

To them that triumph when they fall. 
Still bid the phantom squadrons throng; 
Their purpose and their will prolong 
To guard the Right, repel the Wrong, 

And giving, gain, their all! 

Are they but soldiers who enlist 
When peril shocks the Nation's heart? 

Who leave the maiden's lips unkissed. 
Or kiss the wife and child, and part? — 



282 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

But soldiers then, when calls the drum 
And calls the flashing bayonet: " Come! " 

And batteries challenge : " If you dare ! " — 
When all the standards wave unfurled, 
And other clouds than Heaven's are hurled 
To dim the beauty of the world, 

And death floats free in air ! 

They most are soldiers, who shall keep 

That climax of their manhood yet; 
Who stand on guard when others sleep 

And bear in mind what all forget! 
Not in the clash of steel is found, 
For them, the only battle-ground: 

Equipped and armed, through life they go, 
Their hearts' best blood resolved to spend, 
Where Honor shows some grander end, — 
For whom each true man is a friend, 

And each false man a foe! 

If knaves beguile, by felon art. 

The shifting favor of the hour; 
If civic rule from right depart. 

And brazen Impudence has power: 
If low Ambition buy his place 
While Merit waits in half-disgrace. 

Still undecided sways the fight: 
The bugle still to charge commands; 
There is no truce of tongues or hands. 
No quarter, while one foeman stands 

To mock eternal Right! 



SERVICE 283 

The idle blade is gnawed with rust, 

Though meteor of a hundred fields; 
The lance, unhandled, falls to dust, 

That proved its grain on shivered shields. 
And Manhood, that has learned to dare, 
Should as a sword his courage wear, 

His honor as a flag defend ; — 
Should stand, amid the heedless host, 
A lifelong sentry at his post. 
His sole device and knightly boast: 

To break, but not to bend! 

Soldiers of Peace ! — in war began 

Your service, and it must not cease 
Until the soldier through the man 

Has conquered and ennobled peace! 
Frank eyes of youth grow bright, to trace 
A spell on each historic face 

That sets your lives their own above; 
And woman's homage, sweet and shy, 
Not woman's pride shall dare deny, 
Since he who readiest is to die 

Is truest in his love ! 

One loyal habit summons all 

From out the dust of old desires. 
One spark of truth your deeds let fall 

Shall fill the land with fresher fires! 
Though Youth's belief be Manhood's doubt, 
And generous hopes be trampled out 

By cynic scorn or selfish will, 



284 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Yet honor stays, devotion burns, 
And pride that mean concession spurns: 
No man his early faith unlearns. 
And keeps his manhood still! 

This, Soldiers, be your chosen fate. 

Your fame that longest shall endure; 
'Tis noble, thus to save a State, 

But nobler yet to make it pure. 
For all whose swords were bravely crossed 
There is no true cause that was lost! 

Defeat unites with Victory 
To win, for each, a grander aim, — 
One Fatherland, redeemed from blame; 
One Past, of sadder, prouder fame; 

One Future, just and free! 



THE BETTER WAY 

Susan Coolidge 

yWno serves his country best? 

Tot he who, for a brief and stormy space, 
Leads forth her armies to the fierce affray. 
Short is the time of turmoil and unrest, 
Long years of peace succeed it and replace: 
There is a better way. 

Who serves his country best? 

Not he who guides her senates in debate, 

And makes the laws which are her prop and stay; 



SERVICE 285 

Not he who wears the poet's purple vest 
And sings her songs of love and grief and fate: 
There is a better way. 

He serves his country best, 
Who joins the tide that lifts her nobly on; 
For speech has myriad tongues for every day, 
And song but one ; and law within the breast 
Is stronger than the graven law on stone: 
This is a better way. 

He serves his country best 
Who lives pure life, and doeth righteous deed, 
And walks straight paths, however others stray, 
And leaves his sons as uttermost bequest 
A stainless record which all men may read: 
This is the better way. 

No drop but serves the slowly lifting tide, 
No dew but has an errand to some flower, 
No smallest star but sheds some helpful ray, 
And man by man, each giving to all the rest. 
Makes the firm bulwark of the country's power : 
There is no better way. 



THE SOLDIERS' RECESSIONAL 
John H. Finley 

Down from the choir with feebled step and slow, 
Singing their brave recessional they go, 
Gray, broken, choristers of war. 



286 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Bearing aloft before their age-dimmed eyes, 
As 'twere their cross for sign of sacrifice, 
The flags which they in battle bore, — 

Down from the choir where late with hoarse throaia 

sang 
Till all the sky-arched vast cathedral rang 

With echoes of their rough-made song, 
Where roared the organ's deep artillery, 
And screamed the slender pipe's dread minstrelsy 

In fierce debate of right and wrong. 

Down past the altar, bright with flowers, they tread 
The aisles 'neath which in sleep their comrades dead 

Keep bivouac after their red strife. 
Their own ranks thinner growing as they march 
Into the shadows of the narrow arch 

Which hides the lasting from this life. 

Soon, soon, will pass the last gray pilgrim through 
Of that thin line in surplices of blue 

Winding as some tired stream a-sea; 
Soon, soon, will sound upon our list'ning ears 
His last song's quaver as he disappears 

Beyond our answering litany ; 

And soon the faint antiphonal refrain. 
Which memory repeats in sweetened strain, 

Will come as from some far cloud-shore ; 
Then, for a space the hush of unspoke prayer. 
And we who've knelt shall rise with heart to dare 

The thing in peace they sang in war. 



SERVICE 287 

THE CHILDREN'S SONG 
RuDYARD Kipling 

Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee 
Our love and toil in the years to be, 
When we are grown and take our place, 
As men and women with our race. 

Father in Heaven who lovest all, 
Oh help Thy children when they call; 
That they may build from age to age, 
An undefiled heritage ! 

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth. 
With steadfastness and careful truth ; 
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give 
The Truth whereby the Nations live. 

Teach us to rule ourselves alway. 
Controlled and cleanly night and day; 
That we may bring, if need arise, 
No maimed or worthless sacrifice. 

Teach us to look in all our ends, 
On Thee for judge, and not our friends; 
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed 
By fear or favor of the crowd. 

Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, 
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak ; 
That, under Thee, we may possess 
Man's strength to comfort man's distress. 



288 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Teach us Delight in simple things, 
And Mirth that has no bitter springs; 
Forgiveness free of evil done, 
And Love to all men 'neath the sun! 

Land of our Birth, our Faith, our Pride, 

For whose dear sake our fathers died; 

O Motherland, we pledge to thee, 

Head, heart, and hand through the years to be! 



THE FATHERLAND 
James Russell Lowell 

Where is the true man's fatherland? 

Is it where he by chance is born? 

Doth not the yearning spirit scorn 
In such scant borders to be spanned? 
Oh yes I his fatherland must be 
As the blue heaven wide and free! 

Is it alone where freedom is, 

Where God is God and man is man? 

Doth he not claim a broader span 
For the soul's love of home than this? 
Oh yes! his fatherland must be 
As the blue heaven wide and free ! 

Where'er a human heart doth wear 
Joy's myrtle- wreath or sorrow's gyves, 
Where'er a human spirit strives 



SERVICE 289 

After a life more true and fair, 

There is the true man's birthplace grand, 

His is a world-wide fatherland ! 

Where'er a single slave doth pine, 

. Where'er one man may help another, — 

Thank God for such a birthright, brother, — 
That spot of earth is thine and mine! 
There is the true man's birthplace grand. 
His is a world-wide fatherland! 



STANZAS ON FREEDOM 
James Russell Lowell 

Men ! whose boast it is that ye 
Come of fathers brave and free, 
If there breathe on earth a slave, 
Are ye truly free and brave? 
If ye do not feel the chain, 
When it works a brother's pain, 
Are ye not base slaves indeed. 
Slaves unworthy to be freed? 

Women ! who shall one day bear 
Sons to breathe New England air. 
If ye hear, without a blush, 
Deeds to make the roused blood rush' 
Like red lava through your veins, 
For your sisters now in chains, — ■ 
Answer! are ye fit to be 
Mothers of the brave and free? 



290 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Is true Freedom but to break 
Fetters for our own dear sake, 
And, with leathern hearts, forget 
That we owe mankind a debt? 
No! true freedom is to share 
All the chains our brothers wear, 
And, with heart and hand, to be 
Earnest to make others free! 

They are slaves who fear to speak 
For the fallen and the weak ; 
They are slaves who will not choose 
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse. 
Rather than in silence shrink 
From the truth they needs must think; 
They are slaves who dare not be 
In the right with two or three. 



WASHINGTON 
Hezekiah Butterworth 

Arise ! — 'tis the day of our Washington's glory, 

The garlands uplift for our liberties won, 
And sing in your gladness his echoing story. 
Whose sword swept for Freedom the fields of the sun. 
Not with gold, nor with gems, 
But with evergreens vernal, 
And the banners of stars that the continent span, 
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal, 
Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man! 




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He gave us a nation ; to make it immortal 

He laid down for Freedom the sword that he drew, 
And his faith leads us on through the uplifting portal 
Of the glories of peace and our destinies new. 
Not with gold, nor with gems, 
But with evergreens vernal, 
And the flags that the nations of liberty span. 
Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal, 
Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man! 

Lead, Face of the Future, serene in thy beauty, 

Till o'er the dead heroes the Peace-star shall gleam. 
Till Right shall be Might in the counsels of duty. 
And the service of man be life's glory supreme. 
Not with gold, nor with gems. 
But with evergreens vernal. 
And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span, 
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal, 
Whose honor was gained by his service to man! 

Spirit of Liberty, sweet are thy numbers! 

The winds to thy banners their tribute shall bring 
While rolls the Potomac where Washington slumbers. 
And his natal day comes with the angels of spring. 
We follow thy counsels, 
hero eternal! 
To highest achievements the school leads the van. 
And, crowning thy brow with the evergreens vernal, 
We pledge thee our all to the service of man ! 



292 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

ABOU BEN ADHEM 

Leigh Hunt 

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) 

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, 

And saw, within the moonlight in his room, 

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, 

An angel writing in a book of gold : — 

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. 

And to the presence in the room he said, 

" What writest thou? " — The vision rais'd its head, 

And with a look made of all sweet accord, 

Answer'd, " The names of those who love the Lord." 

" And is mine one? " said Abou. " Nay, not so," 

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low. 

But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee then. 

Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." 

The angel wrote and vanish 'd. The next night 
It came again with a great wakening light. 
And show'd the names whom love of God had bless'd, 
And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. 

THE HERO 

John Greenleaf Whittier 

" Oh for a knight like Bayard, 

Without reproach or fear; 
My light glove on his casque of steel, 

My love-knot on his spear! 



SERVICE 293 

" Oh for the white plume floating 

Sad Zutphen's field above, — 
The lion heart in battle, 

The woman's heart in love! 

" Oh that man once more were manly, 
Woman's pride, and not her scorn : 

That once more the pale young mother 
Dared to boast ' a man is born ' ! 

" But now life's slumberous current 

No sun-bowed cascade wakes; 
No tall, heroic manhood 

The level dullness breaks. 

" Oh for a knight like Bayard, 

Without reproach or fear! 
My light glove on his casque of steel. 

My love-knot on his spear! " 

Then I said, my own heart throbbing 
To the time her proud pulse beat, 

" Life hath its regal natures yet, 
True, tender, brave and sweet! 

" Smile not, fair unbeliever! 

One man, at least, I know, 
Who might wear the crest of Bayard 

Or Sidney's plume of snow. 



294 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

" Once, when over purple mountains 
Died away the Grecian sun, 

And the far Cyllenian ranges 

Paled and darkened, one by one, — 

" Fell the Turk, a bolt of thunder, 
Cleaving all the quiet sky. 

And against his sharp steel lightnings 
Stood the Suliote but to die. 

"Woe for the weak and halting! 

The crescent blazed behind 
A curving line of sabres. 

Like fire before the wind! 

" Last to fly, and first to rally, 
Rode he of whom I speak. 

When, groaning in his bridle-path, 
Sank down a wounded Greek. 

"With the rich Albanian costume 
Wet with many a ghastly stain. 

Gazing on earth and sky as one 
Who might not gaze again! 

" He looked forward to the mountains. 
Back on foes that never spare, 

Then flung him from his saddle, 
And placed the stranger there! 



SERVICE 295 



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Allah ! hu ! ' Through flashing sabres, 
Through a stormy hail of lead, 
The good Thessalian charger 
Up the slopes of olives sped. 

" Hot spurred the turbaned riders ; 

He almost felt their breath, 
Where a mountain stream rolled darkly down 

Between the hills and death. 

" One brave and manful struggle, — 

He gained the solid land, 
And the cover of the mountains, 

And the carbines of his band ! " 

" It was very great and noble," 
Said the moist-eyed listener then, 

" But one brave deed makes no hero ; 
Tell me what he since hath been ! " 

" Still a brave and generous manhood, 

Still an honor without stain. 
In the prison of the Kaiser, 

By the barricades of Seine. 

" But dream not helm and harness 

The sign of valor true! 
Peace hath higher tests of manhood 

Than battle ever knew. 



296 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

" Wouldst know him now? Behold him, 

The Cadmus of the bUnd, 
Giving the dumb Hp language, 

The idiot-clay a mind. 

" Walking his round of duty 

Serenely day by day, 
With the strong man's hand of labor 

And childhood's heart of play. 

" True as the knights of story, 

Sir Lancelot and his peers, 
Brave in his calm endurance 

As they in tilt of spears. 

" As waves in stillest waters. 

As stars in noonday skies. 
All that wakes to noble action 

In his noon of calmness lies. 



"Wherever outraged Nature 
Asks word or action brave. 

Wherever struggles labor, 
Wherever groans a slave, — 

" Wherever rise the peoples, 

Wherever sinks a throne, 
The throbbing heart of Freedom finds 

An answer in his own. 



SERVICE 297 



" Knight of a better era, 
Without reproach or fear! 

Said I not well that Bayards 
And Sidneys still are here? 



IS LIFE WORTH LIVING 

Extract 
Alfred Austin 

Is life worth living? Yes, so long 

As there is wrong to right, 
Wail of the weak against the strong, 

Or tyranny to fight; 
Long as there lingers gloom to chase, 

Or streaming tear to dry, 
One kindred woe, one sorrowing face 

That smiles as we draw nigh ; 
Long as at tale of anguish swells 

The heart, and lids grow wet, 
And at the sound of Christmas bells 

We pardon and forget; 
So long as Faith with Freedom reigns, 

And loyal Hope survives, 
And gracious Charity remains 

To leaven lowly lives; 
While there is one untrodden tract 

For Intellect or Will, 
And men are free to think and act 

Life is worth living still. 



298 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

WHAT MIGHT BE DONE 
Charles Mackay 

What might be done if men were wise, — 
What glorious deeds, my suffering brother, 

Would they unite 

In love and right. 
And cease their scorn of one another? 

Oppression's heart might be imbued 
With kindling drops of loving-kindness; 

And knowledge pour. 

From shore to shore. 
Light on the eyes of mental blindness. 

All slavery, warfare, lies and wrongs. 
All vice and crime, might die together; 

And wine and corn. 

To each man born. 
Be free as warmth in summer weather. 

The meanest wretch that ever trod. 
The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow, 

Might stand erect 

In self-respect, 
And share the teeming world to-morrow. 

What might be done? This might be done. 
And more than this, my suffering brother, - 

More than the tongue 

E'er said or sung. 
If men were wise, and loved each other. 



SERVICE 299 

IN TIMES OF PEACE 
Richard Watson Gilder 

TwAs said : " When roll of drum and battle's roar 
Shall cease upon the earth, 0, then no more 

" The deed, the race, of heroes in the land." 

But scarce that word was breathed when one small hand 

Lifted victorious o'er a giant wrong 

That had its victims crushed through ages long ; 

Some woman set her pale and quivering face, 
Firm as a rock, against a man's disgrace ; 

A little child suffered in silence lest 

His savage pain should wound a mother's breast; 

Some quiet scholar flung his gauntlet down 

And risked, in Truth's great name, the synod's frown; 

A civic hero, in the calm realm of laws. 

Did that which suddenly drew a world's applause ; 

And one to the pest his lithe young body gave 
That he a thousand thousand lives might save. 



300 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

VOICES OF THE SPIRITS 

From Prometheus Unbound 

Percy Bysshe Shelley 

first spirit 

On a battle-trumpet's blast 
I fled hither, fast, fast, fast, 
'Mid the darkness upward cast. 
From the dust of creeds outworn, 
From the tyrant's banner torn. 
Gathering round me, onward borne, 
There was mingled many a cry — 
Freedom! Hope! Death! Victory! 
Till they faded through the sky; 
And one sound above, around, 
One sound beneath, around, above. 
Was moving; 'twas the soul of love; 
'Twas the hope, the prophecy. 
Which begins and ends in thee. 

SECOND SPIRIT 

A rainbow's arch stood on the sea, 
Which rocked beneath, immovably; 
And the triumphant storm did flee. 
Like a conqueror, swift and proud. 
Begirt with many a captive cloud, 
A shapeless, dark and rapid crowd, 
Each by lightning riven in half. 
I heard the thunder hoarsely laugh. 



SERVICE 301 



Mighty fleets were strewn like chaff 

And spread beneath a hell of death 

O'er the white waters. I alit 

On a great ship lightning-split, 

And speeded hither on the sigh 

Of one who gave an enemy 

His plank, then plunged aside to die. 

THIRD SPIRIT 

I sat beside a sage's bed, 

And the lamp was burning red 

Near the book where he had fed, 

When a Dream with plumes of flame 

To his pillow hovering came. 

And I knew it was the same 

Which had kindled long ago 

Pity, eloquence, and woe; 

And the world awhile below 

Wore the shade its lustre made. 

It has borne me here as fleet 

As Desire's lightning feet; 

I must ride it back ere morrow, 

Or the sage will wake in sorrow. 

FOURTH SPIRIT 

On a poet's lips I slept 
Dreaming like a love-adept 
In the sound his breathing kept; 
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, 
But feeds on the aerial kisses 



302 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. 

He will watch from dawn to gloom 

The lake-reflected sun illume 

The yellow bees in the ivy bloom, 

Nor heed nor see what things they be; 

But from these create he can 

Forms more real than living man, 

Nurslings of immortality! 

One of these awakened me, 

And I sped to succor thee. 



" WHEN THERE IS PEACE " 

Austin Dobson 

" When there is Peace our land no more 
Will be the land we knew of yore." 
Thus do our facile seers foretell 
The truth that none can buy or seU 
And e'en the wisest must ignore. 
When we have bled at every pore, 
Shall we still strive for gear and store? 
Will it be Heaven? Will it be Hell? 
When there is Peace. 

This let us pray for, this implore : 
That, all base dreams thrust out at door, 
We may in loftier aims excel 
And, like men waking from a spell. 
Grow stronger, nobler, than before, 
When there is Peace. 



SERVICE 303 

WE THAT LOOK ON 
Austin Dobson 

We that look on, with God's goodwill, 
Have one plain duty to fulfil: 

To drive — by all fair means — afar 

This hideous Juggernaut of War, 
And teach the Future not to kill. 

But there's a plainer duty still : 
We need to meet the instant ill. 

To heal the wound, to hide the scar — 
We that look on! 

What timelier task for brain and quill 

Than aiding eyes no light can thrill. 
No sight of all good things that are. 
No morning sky, no evening star — 

Shall we not help with all our skill, 
We that look on? 

THE RED CROSS SPIRIT SPEAKS 
John H. Finley 

Wherever war, with its red woes. 
Or flood, or fire, or famine goes, 

There, too, go I; 
If earth in any quarter quakes 
Or pestilence its ravage makes, 

Thither I fly. 



304 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

I kneel behind the soldier's trench, 

I walk 'mid shambles' smear and stench, 

The dead I mourn ; 
I bear the stretcher and I bend 
O'er Fritz and Pierre and Jack to mend 

What shells have torn. 

I go wherever men may dare, 
I go wherever woman's care 

And love can live, 
Wherever strength and skill can bring 
Surcease to human suffering. 

Or solace give. 

I helped upon Haldora's shore; 
With Hospitaller Knights I bore 

The first red cross; 
I was the Lady of the Lamp; 
I saw in Solferino's camp 

The crimson loss. 

I am your pennies and your pounds; 
I am your bodies on their rounds 

Of pain afar; 
I am you, doing what you would 
If you were only where you could — 

Your avatar. 

The cross which on my arm I wear, 
The flag which o'er my breast I bear, 
Is but the sign 



SERVICE 305 

Of what you'd sacrifice for him 
Who suffers on the helUsh rim 
Of War's red line. 

THE STRENUOUS LIFE 

Extract from a speech on national questions at Chi- 
cago, April 10, 1899 

Theodore Roosevelt 

I WISH to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, 
but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and 
effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form 
of success which comes, not to the man who desires 
mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink 
from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and 
who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph. 

A life of ignoble ease, a life of that peace which 
springs merely from lack either of desire or of power 
to strive after great things, is as little worthy of a 
nation as of an individual. I ask only that what 
every self-respecting American demands from himself 
and from his sons shall be demanded of the American 
nation as a whole. Who among you would teach your 
boys that ease, that peace, is to be the first consideration 
in their eyes — to be the ultimate goal after which they 
strive? 

You work yourselves, and you bring up your sons to 
work. If you are rich and are worth your salt, you will 
teach your sons that though they may have leisure it is 
not to be spent in idleness; for wisely used leisure 



306 IPEACE AND PATRIOTISM 

merely means that those who possess it, being free from 
the necessity of working for their livehhood, are all 
the more bound to carry on some kind of non-remuner- 
ative work in science, in letters, in art, in exploration, 
in historical research — work of the type we most need 
in this country, the successful carrying out of which 
reflects most honor upon the nation. 

We do not admire the man of timid peace. We ad- 
mire the man who embodies victorious efforts, the man 
who never wrongs his neighbor, who is prompt to help a 
friend, but who has those virile qualities necessary to 
win in the stern strife of actual life. It is hard to fail, 
but it is worse never to have tried to succeed. In this 
life we get nothing save by effort. 

Freedom from effort in the present merely means 
that there has been stored up effort in the past. A man 
can be freed from the necessity of work only by the 
fact that he or his fathers before him have worked to 
good purpose. If the freedom thus purchased is used 
aright, and the man still does actual work, though of a 
different kind, whether as a writer or a general, whether 
in the field of politics or in the field of exploration and 
adventure, he shows he deserves his good fortune. 

But if he treats this period of freedom from the need 
of actual labor as a period not of preparation, but of 
mere enjoyment, even though perhaps not of vicious 
enjoyment, he shows that he is simply a cumberer on 
the earth's surface; and he surely unfits himself to hold 
his own with his fellows, if the need to do so should 
again arise. A mere life of ease is not in the end a very 
satisfactory life, and, above all, it is a life which ulti- 



SERVICE 307 

mately unfits those who follow it for serious work in 
the world. 

As it is with the individual, so it is with the nation. 
It is a base untruth to say that happy is the nation that 
has no history. Thrice happy is the nation that has a 
glorious history. Far better it is to dare mighty things, 
to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by 
failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who 
neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in 
the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat. 

No country can long endure if its foundations are not 
laid deep in the material prosperity which comes from 
thrift, from business energy and enterprise, from hard, 
unsparing effort in the fields of industrial activity; but 
neither was any nation ever yet truly great if it relied 
upon material prosperity alone. All honor must be 
paid to the architects of our material prosperity; to 
the great captains of industry who have built our fac- 
tories and our railroads; to the strong men who toil 
for wealth with brain or hand, for great is the debt of 
the nation to these and their kind. But our debt is 
yet greater to the men whose highest type is to be 
found in a statesman like Lincoln, a soldier like Grant. 
They showed by their lives that they recognized the 
law of work, the law of strife; they toiled to win a com- 
petence for themselves and those dependent upon 
them; but they recognized that there were yet other 
and even loftier duties — duties to the nation and 
duties to the race. 



INDEX OF TITLES 



FAOB 

Abou Ben Adhem Hunt ...... 292 

Ad Patriam Scollard 48 

America Bates 41 

America Dobell 185 

America Lanier 48 

America Smith 77 

America Taylor 28 

America the Beautiful Bates 38 

America to England Woodberry ... 193 

America to Great Britain Allston 183 

American Flag, The Drake 53 

Angel of Peace Whittier .... 98 

Angels' Song, The Sears 172 

Armageddon Arnold 145 

Arsenal at Springfield, The Longjellow . . . 114 

At Gibraltar Woodberry . . . 142 

Bartholdi Statue, The Whittier .... 200 

Battle-Hymn of the Republic Howe 80 

Battle of Blenheim, The Southey .... 123 

Better Way, The Coolidge .... 284 

Brabangonne, La Dechez 236 

Britons and Guests Thomas .... 194 

Burghers' Battle, The Morris 121 

Causes of War, The Swijt 117 

Centennial Hymn Whittier .... 174 

Challenge to America, A Lemon 190 

Character of the Happy Warrior .... Wordsworth . . . 243 

Children's Song, The Kipling .... 287 

Christ of the Andes, The Winter 167 

Christmas Carol, A Coleridge .... 106 

Christmas in 1875 Bryant 108 

Columbia Monroe .... 49 

Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean '^ . . , A Becket .... 85 

1 Written in 1843 by Thomas a Becket, an English actor, at that 
time playing in Philadelphia. Frequently attributed to David T. 
Shaw, the singer, for whom the verses were written, and sometimes to 
Timothy Dwight. 

309 



310 INDEX OF TITLES 

Columbus Hale 26 

Conditions of Peace, The Wilson 206 

Dawn of Peace, The Noyes 143 

E Pluribus Unum Cutter 74 

Eagle's Song, The Mansfield .... 35 

Echetlos Browning .... 261 

England and America Sangster .... 188 

Fatherland, The Lowell 288 

Federation of the World, The Dole 225 

Festival Hymn Buck 177 

Flag Goes By, The Bennett .... 64 

Flag of our Country, The Stanton .... 68 

Flag of the Constellation, The Read 55 

Flower of Liberty, The Holmes 58 

For the Gifts of the Spirit Sill 181 

Garden of the Holy Virgin, The .... Kuprin 110 

Garibaldi's War Hymn Mercantini . . . 235 

Glorious Fourth, 'The Howe 150 

God Save the King Carey 229 

God, the All-Terrible Chorley .... 180 

Good Citizenship Cleveland .... 76 

Hail, Columbia Hopkinson ... 82 

Hear, O Ye Nations Hosmer 178 

Hero, The Eliot 269 

Hero, The Whittier .... 292 

Heroic Age, The Gilder 271 

Herve Riel Browning .... 263 

Hymn of Free Russia Balmont .... 237 

Hymn of Peace, A Holmes 176 

Hymn to Liberty Salomos .... 234 

I Hear America Singing Whitman .... 30 

Illusion of War Le Gallienne . . . 116 

In Times of Peace Gilder 299 

International Ode Holmes 173 

Is Life Worth Living? Austin 297 

Land That We Love Gilder 47 

League of Nations, A Wilson 216 

Liberty Enlightening the World .... Stedman .... 43 

Lille, Laon and St. Die Finley 202 

Love of Country Scott 25 

Makers of the Flag Lane 65 

Marseillaise, La Rouget de Lisle . . 232 

Meaning of the Flag, The Wilson 68 

Message of Peace, The Howe 139 



INDEX OF TITLES 311 

Message to Garcia, A Hubbard .... 246 

Midnight — the 31st of December, 1900 . Phillips 148 

My Country Lowell 34 

Name of France, The Van Dyke .... 205 

National Flag, The Beecher .... 60 

National Flag, The Sumner 57 

National Hymn Roberts .... 86 

Need of the Hour, The Markham .... 273 

New National Hymn, A Crawford .... 36 

Ode : July 4, 1857 Emerson .... 32 

Ode Sung at the Opening of the Inter- 
national Exhibition Tennyson .... 137 

Ode to Duty Wordsworth ... 257 

Ode to Peace Tennant .... 96 

" Oh Mother of a Mighty Race " . . . . Bryant 26 

One Country Stanton 40 

Our Country Hosmer 179 

Our Country Howe 31 

Path of Duty, The Tennyson .... 259 

Patria Hugo 197 

Patriot Hymn, The Dole 182 

Peace Slosson 274 

Peace Thomson .... 94 

Peace among Nations Cowper 102 

Peace and War Shelley 98 

Peace Hymn for England and America . Huntington . . . 187 

Peace on Earth Longfellow . . . 171 

Peace-Pipe, The Longfellow . . . 155 

Peace Song Ruskin 140 

Prayer for Peace, The Noyes 151 

Princeton, May, 1917 Noyes 195 

Prophecy of Peace Pope 92 

Pyres, The Hagedom .... 126 

Red Cross Spirit Speaks, The Finley 303 

Republic, The Longfellow ... 39 

Ring Out, Wild Bells Tennyson .... 241 

Rule, Britannia Thomson .... 230 

Scots, Wha Hae Bums 231 

Serbian National Anthem 236 

Ship of Democracy, The Whitman .... 46 

Soldiers of Peace Taylor 279 

Soldiers' Recessional, The Finley 285 

Song for Peace, A Miller 135 

Sonnets Written in the Fall of 1914 . . . Woodberry ... 153 



312 INDEX OF TITLES 

Spirit of Lincoln, The Markham .... 272 

Stanzas on Freedom Lowell 289 

Star-Spangled Banner, The Key 79 

Stradivarius Eliot 250 

Strenuous Life, The Roosevelt .... 305 

To America Austin 192 

To the United States of America .... Bridges 214 

Treaty Elm, The Read 165 

Tribute to America Shelley 185 

True Glory Milton 93 

True Peace Browning .... 129 

Trumpets of Doolkamein, The .... Hunt 163 

Tubal Cain Machay .... 160 

Union and Liberty Holmes 72 

Universal Republic, The Hugo 212 

Unmanifest Destiny Hovey 45 

Violent Deeds Homer 92 

Vision of Peace, A Rice 275 

Vision of Peace, The Dole 168 

Vision of the Future Tennyson .... 91 

Vista, A Symonds .... 169 

Vital Lampada Newbolt .... 2G0 

Vive la France Holmes 199 

Voices of the Spirits Shelley 300 

Voluntary Service Milton 256 

Wanted Holland .... 273 

War and Peace Tennyson .... 128 

Washington Butterworth . . . 290 

We That Look On Dobson 303 

What Constitutes a State Jones 242 

What Might Be Done Mackay .... 298 

When the Great Gray Ships Come In . . Carryl 133 

" When There Is Peace " Dobson 302 

Wolsey's Farewell Shakespeare . . . 270 

World Peace, The Wells 214 



INDEX OF AUTHORS 



A Becket, Thomas .... 85 
Allston, Washington . . . 183 
Arnold, Sir Edwin .... 145 
Austin, Alfred . . . .192,297 
Balmont, Konstantin . . . 237 

Bates, Arlo 41 

Bates, Katharine Lee ... 38 
Beecher, Henry Ward ... 60 
Bennett, Henry Holcomb . 64 

Bridges, Robert 214 

Browning, Elizabeth Barrett 129 
Browning, Robert . . .261,263 
Bryant, William Cullen . 26, 108 

Buck, Dudley 177 

Burns, Robert 231 

Butterworth, Hezekiah . . 290 

Carey, Henry 229 

Carryl, Guy Wetmore . . . 133 

Chorley, H. F 180 

Cleveland, Grover .... 76 
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor . 106 

Coolidge, Susan 284 

Cowper, William 102 

Crawford, Francis Marion . 36 
Cutter, George Washington 74 

Dechez, Louis 236 

Dobell, Sydney 185 

Dobson, Austin .... 302, 303 

Dole, Nathan Haskell . . . 168, 

182, 225 

Drake, Joseph Rodman . . 53 

Eliot, George 250,269 

Emerson, Ralph Waldo . . 32 
Finley, John H. . . 202, 285, 303 



Gilder, Richard Watson 



31 



80 



Hagedorn, Hermann . 
Hale, Edward Everett . 
Holland, J. G. ... 
Holmes, Oliver Wendell 
83, 173 
Homer .... 
Hopkinson, Joseph 
Hosmer, Frederick L 
Hovey, Richard . 
Howe, Julia Ward 
Hubbard, Elbert . 
Hugo, Victor . . 
Hunt, Leigh . , 
Huntington, George 
Jones, Sir WilUam 
Key, Francis Scott 
Kipling, Rudyard 
Kuprin, Alexander 
Lane, Franklin K. 
Lanier, Sidney 
Le Gallienne, Richard 
Lemon, Mark . . . 
liOngfellow, Henry Wadsworth 39, 
114, 155 
Longfellow, Samuel .... 171 
Lowell, James Russell 34,288,289 



• 47, 
271,299 

. 126 
26 

. 273 

58, 72, 
176, 199 

. 92 

. 82 
178, 179 

. 45 
139, 150 

. 246 

197,212 

163,292 

187 



242 

79 

287 

110 

65 

48 

116 

190 



Mackay, Charles 
Mansfield, Richard 
Markham, Edwin 
Mercantini, Luigi 
Miller, Joaquin . 
Milton, John . . 



160, 298 
. 35 

272,273 
. 235 
. 135 
93,256 



313 



314 



INDEX OF AUTHORS 



Monroe, Harriet 49 

Morris, William 121 

Newbolt, Sir Henry ... 260 
Noyes, Alfred . . . 143, 151, 195 

Phillips, Stephen 148 

Pope, Alexander 92 

Read, Thomas Buchanan . 55,165 

Rice, Wallace 275 

Roberts, Daniel C 86 

Roosevelt, Theodore . . . 305 
Rouget de Lisle, Claude Jo- 
seph 232 

Ruskin, John 140 

Salomos, Dionysius . . . 234 

Sangster, Charles .... 188 

Scollard, Clinton .... 48 

Scott, Sir Walter 25 

Sears, Edmund Hamilton . 172 

Shakespeare, William . . . 270 
Shelley, Percy Bysshe 98, 185, 300 

Sill, Edward Rowland ... 181 

Slosson, Preston Wilham . . 274 

Smith, Samuel Francis . . 77 



Southey, Robert 123 

Stanton, Frank L. . . . 40,68 
Stedman, Edmund Clarence 43 

Sumner, Charles 57 

Swift, Jonathan 117 

Symonds, John Addington . 169 
Taylor, Bayard .... 28,279 
Tennant, William .... 96 
Tennyson, Alfred, Lord .91, 128, 
137,241,259 
Thomas, Edith M. ... 194 
Thomson, James . . . .94, 230 
Van Dyke, Henry .... 205 
Wells, Herbert George . . 214 
Whitman, Walt .... 30,46 
Whittier, John Greenleaf 98, 174, 
200,292 
Wilson, Woodrow . 68, 206, 216 

Winter, Nevin 167 

Woodberry, George Edward 142, 

153, 193 

Wordsworth, William . .243,257 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 

PAGE 

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) 292 

After all, One country, brethren! 40 

All hail ! thou noble land 183 

Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! 176 

Arise ! — 'tis the day of our Washington's gloiy 290 

As a tale that is told, as a vision 135 

Awake ! awake ! the stars are pale, the east is russet gray . . . 140 

Bid the din of battle cease! 139 

Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release! 34 

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead 25 

Brothers in blood ! They who this wrong began 214 

Children use the fist 129 

Columbia, my country, dost thou hear? 49 

Come arm ye! come arm ye! 235 

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear 270 

Dare we — though our hope deferred 151 

Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high 96 

Down from the choir with feebled step and slow 285 

England, I stand on thy imperial ground 142 

Ere to the honored patriot's mansion yonder 165 

Fitly one dies for his country, sweet is the death she bestows . 275 

Flag of the heroes who left us their glory 72 

Fling forth the triple-colored flag to dare 273 

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see .... 91 

For, O America, our country ! — land 41 

Foreseen in the vision of sages 28 

From Jesse's root behold a branch arise 92 

Give me white paper! 26 

Give us a name to fill the mind 205 

God bless our Fathers' land 173 

God give us men ! A time like this demands 273 

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand 86 

God save our gracious King 229 

God, the All-terrible! King, who ordainest 180 

God ! Who in by-gones hast saved us thy people 236 

315 



316 INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 

Greatest twain among the nations 188 

Hail, Columbia, happy land! 82 

Hail, Freedom ! thy bright crest 36 

Hats off I Along the street there comes 64 

He speaks not well who doth his time deplore 271 

Hear, hear, O ye nations, and hearing obey 178 

Here Freedom stood, by slaughtered friend and foe 195 

Here is a story, shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks, dead and gone 261 

How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh 98 

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear 30 

I pray for peace ; yet peace is but a prayer 153 

I would that wars should cease 128 

Is life worth living? Yes, so long 297 

It came upon the midnight clear 172 

It is the brave that first forget 279 

It was a summer evening 123 

Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee 287 

Land that we love ! Thou Future of the world 47 

Lille, Laon and St. Die 202 

Lo ! now on the midnight the soul of the century passing . . . 148 

Marching down to Armageddon 145 

Men ! whose boast it is that ye 289 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord ... 80 

Mother of nations, of them eldest we 193 

My country, 'tis of thee 77 

No great deed is done 269 

No trumpet-blast profaned 108 

Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us ! Oh ye 185 

Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine 195 

Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace 48 

O beautiful for spacious skies 38 

" O Beautiful, my Country " 179 

O, beautiful vision of Peace 168 

O first of human blessings, and supreme 94 

O Peace! on thine upsoaring pinion 177 

O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light 79 

O tenderly the haughty day 32 

O vision of the coming time! 212 

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean 85 

Oh, Country, fair and grand 182 

Oh for a knight like Bayard 292 

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness 102 

Oh mother of a mighty race 26 

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might 160 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 317 

On a. battle-trumpet's blast 300 

On primal rocks she wrote her name 31 

On the mountains of the Prairie 155 

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two . . . 263 

One fire was on his spirit, one resolve 272 

Our fathers' God ! from out whose hand 174 

Peace, peace on earth ! the heart of man for ever 171 

Pyres in the night, in the night! 126 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky 241 

Sad heart, what will the future bring 169 

Sail, sail thy best, ship of Democracy 46 

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled 231 

Send down thy truth, O God! 181 

She's up there — Old Glory — she's waving o'erhead 68 

Son of Heaven and Earth 256 

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God 257 

The great gods are never pleased 92 

The land of sunshine and of song 199 

The land, that, from the rule of kings 200 

The lioness whelped, and the sturdy cub 35 

The shepherds went their hasty way 106 

The stars of the mom 55 

The years of slaverj'^ are past 236 

There is a people mighty in its youth 185 

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night 260 

They err who count it glorious to subdue 93 

Thick rise the spear-shafts o'er the land 121 

This is my faith, and my mind's heritage 154 

This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling 114 

Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas 142 

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State 39 

Though many and bright are the stars that appear 74 

To deities of gauds and gold 48 

To eastward ringing, to westward winging 133 

To what new fates, my country, far 45 

Transmute the ancient valor of arrow, pike and sword .... 274 

'Twas said : " When roll of drum and battle's roar " 299 

Two empires by the sea 187 

Unfurl the flag, ye veterans all 150 

Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet 137 

War! I abhor 116 

Warder at ocean's gate 43 

We fought you once — but that was long ago I 194 

We that look on, with God's goodwill 303 



318 INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 

What constitutes a state? 242 

What flower is this that greets the mom 58 

What is the voice I hear 192 

What might be done if men were wise 298 

When Britain first, at Heaven's command 230 

When Freedom from her mountain height ! 53 

" When there is Peace our land no more " 302 

Whence not unmoved I see the nations form 154 

Where is the true man's fatherland? 288 

Wherever war, with its red woes 303 

White Angel of the Lord! unmeet 98 

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he 243 

Who serves his country best? 284 

Who smiles there? Is it 197 

With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed 163 

Woven into the wonderful fabric we know as our land .... 225 

Ye sons of France, awake to glory! 232 

Yea, let all good things await 259 

Yes! I know thee by the lightning 234 

Yes — " on our brows we feel the breath " 143 

Young Russia, hail, victorious! 237 

Your soul was hfted by the wings to-day 250 



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